"She'll put the evil eye on you
if you don't take care."
"She ought to be burnt," said Mrs. Tom.
"All the same," said Tom musingly, "she's got money, so you'd best be as
civil to her as she'll let you."
"Mon Dieu! My flesh creeps still at the way she looked at me. She has
the evil eye without a doubt."
And Grannie?--"Mai grand doux! What does a woman like that want here?"
said she. "A wide mouth and wanton eyes. La Closerie has never had these
before--a Frenchwoman too!"--with withering contempt. For, odd as it may
seem, among this people originally French, and still speaking a patois
based, like their laws and customs, on the old Norman, there is no term
of opprobrium more profound than "Frenchman."
Madame Julie flatly refused to subject herself to further peril from
Grannie's keen but harmless gaze, and contented herself with such
opportunities of enlarging Nance's outlook on life as casual chats about
the farm-yard afforded, and found time heavy on her hands.
Ennui, before long, gave place to grumbling, and that to recrimination;
and from what the others could not help hearing, through the boarded-up
doors and the floor of the loft, Tom and his wife had a cat-and-dog time
of it.
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