“Please, stay a while longer. Most of the time, he was hunting and he returned at night. I can never be grateful enough. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. It is not at all what I expected either. So she said: “I won’t come home. Superstition is the Chinese Reaper. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals.
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