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onemaninitwiththeirswords.Theleadingcuriosityis,toknow
whichishehestandsatthebackofthetumbrilwithhishead
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bentdown,toconversewithameregirIwhositsonthesideofthe
cart,andholdshishand.Hehasnocuriosityorcareforthescene
abouthim,andalwaysspeakstothegirl.Hereandthereinthe
longstreetofSt.Honore,criesareraisedagainsthim.Iftheymove
himatall,itisonlytoaquietsmile,asheshakeshishairalittle
morelooselyabouthisface.Hecannoteasilytouchhisface,his
armsbeingbound.
Onthestepsofachurch,awaitingthecoming-upofthe
tumbrils,standstheSpyandprison-sheep.Helooksintothefirst
ofthem:notthere.Helooksintothesecond:notthere.Healready
askshimself,“Hashesacrificedme?”whenhisfaceclears,ashe
looksintothethird.
“WhichisEvremonde?”saysamanbehindhim.
“That.Atthebackthere.”
“Withhishandinthegirl’s?”