As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. How many ends had he? Well, she must cease to trouble herself for this imbecile, whom it would give her very much pleasure to shoot. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. ‘Jacques, do not die while I am gone. Her pa was only the smithy.
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