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DF 10
DF 10
Who could there be?” something whispered in her ear, “Kathleen, the name haunted her, as
the little cross had done. Misery and anger possessed her, and she fought on herself with
through dark hours. Thus five days had gone, until at last a wagon was brought to the door
of the tailor-shop, and M sieu came out, learning on the arm of Jo Portugais. There were
several people in the street at that time, and they kept whispering that M sieu had been at
the death’s door. He was pale and haggard, with dark hollows under the eyes. Just as he got
into the wagon the course came up. They shook hands. The cure looked him earnestly in the
face, his lips ,moved, but no one could have told that what he said. As the wagon started,
Charley looked across to the post-office. Rosalie was standing a little back