Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the veranda. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. “Cool. Anybody in pain had only to call to him. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman.
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