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"Only one! What a stupid wolf! Go on, my friend."
"Suicide of a husband."
"Not that, I do not like anything so sad," she said in a changed voice.
"And where was his wife all the time, that she could not prevent it, I
should like to know? No, let me hear a little more about this robbery,
and then we will have our dinner."
PART III.
The hours passed, the light faded in the little garret where Marie's
busy fingers toiled day after day to add to the little hoard so slowly
accumulating, and Marie's cheerful heart brought out greater treasures
of unselfish devotion, if her husband had only known it. Perhaps he did
know it--in a fashion. Through the night, when it came, she thought
often uneasily of Perine out in the heart of the great wicked city. But
Perine had a haunt or two of her own, and Marie said prayers for her,
and slept, hoping the girl would be safe.
She got up early the next morning while Jean was yet asleep, and cheered
herself as she looked at her scanty supply of poor coffee with the
thought that she would be paid for her work in the course of the day.
Meanwhile the breakfast would not be a very rich affair, and she was
pondering whether she could be so extravagant as to run to a _cremerie_
near at hand for two _sous_-worth of milk, when an unexpected sound
filled her with dismay.
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