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 be calm!” “and you”—he addressed me—“What do you want?”

I was exceedingly sorry that I had frightened them; I said so, and that I came to visit her. She recognised me, and I saw she was as angry as before. Her blood boiled within her, and it seemed to me that I should like to have served her in some way. She looked at me as if I was a reptile.

At last he understood my thoughts, and, smiling, began to whisper something to her. I couldn’t understand, because, like you, gentlemen, they spoke among themselves. It was very strange. He spoke so quietly, so softly, while she talked angrily and roughly.

The prisoner said: “Think a little ; this is a man who has come to you, not a gendarme….”

But she replied: “But what does he want here?”

Jesus! I think, am I not a man in her