‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. ” He shook her diminutive hand. " But this difficulty was only overcome to be succeeded by one still greater. ‘I do not know him. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois.
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