"But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. You wish another name? Eh bien. The weed was all right. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek.
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