People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is true. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. "I think you're all bewitched," she cried.
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