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He scarcely knew what he said, but it had meaning. "Good-bye-leper," he answered. Pomfrette's arm flew out to throw the pitcher at the mealman's head, but Duclosse, with a grunt of terror, flung up in front of his face the small bag of meal that he carried, the contents pouring over his waistcoat from a loose corner.
He scarcely knew what he said, but it had meaning. "Good-bye-leper," he answered. Pomfrette's arm flew out to throw the pitcher at the mealman's head, but Duclosse, with a grunt of terror, flung up in front of his face the small bag of meal that he carried, the contents pouring over his waistcoat from a loose corner.
The mealman's face seemed to petrify, his eyes stood out, the bread he had in his teeth dropped, and he stared wildly at Lajeunesse. All were occupied in watching the mealman, and they did not see the figure of a girl approaching. Muroc, dumfounded, spoke first. "Elise the black fever!" he gasped, thoroughly awed. "She is better, she will live," said a voice behind Lajeunesse.
The mealman's face seemed to petrify, his eyes stood out, the bread he had in his teeth dropped, and he stared wildly at Lajeunesse. All were occupied in watching the mealman, and they did not see the figure of a girl approaching. Muroc, dumfounded, spoke first. "Elise the black fever!" he gasped, thoroughly awed. "She is better, she will live," said a voice behind Lajeunesse.
"I will teach her to sing first; then she shall go to Quebec, and afterwards to Paris, my friend," he answered. The girl's eyes were dilating with a great joy. "Ah, Parpon good Parpon!" she whispered. "But Paris! Paris! There's gossip for you, thick as mortar," cried the charcoalman, and the mealman's fingers beat a tattoo on his stomach. Parpon waved his hand.
"I will teach her to sing first; then she shall go to Quebec, and afterwards to Paris, my friend," he answered. The girl's eyes were dilating with a great joy. "Ah, Parpon good Parpon!" she whispered. "But Paris! Paris! There's gossip for you, thick as mortar," cried the charcoalman, and the mealman's fingers beat a tattoo on his stomach. Parpon waved his hand.
Valmond mechanically saw the mealman, open-mouthed and dazed, start forward from the crowd; but, hesitating, he drew back again almost instantly, and was swallowed up in the safety of distance. He smiled at the mealman's hesitation, even while he said to himself: "This ends it ends it!" He said it with no great sinking of heart, with no fear.
Valmond mechanically saw the mealman, open-mouthed and dazed, start forward from the crowd; but, hesitating, he drew back again almost instantly, and was swallowed up in the safety of distance. He smiled at the mealman's hesitation, even while he said to himself: "This ends it ends it!" He said it with no great sinking of heart, with no fear.
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