"Ah then--there you are, mademoiselle, listening to the end of your
fancy gentleman! And the right end, too, ma foi! A man that goes
knocking his neighbours on the head--it's right he should be shot like a
rabbit--"
Nance's face quivered, but she did not even look round.
"You'll see them coming back presently, and they'll bring his body back
with them in the boat, all full of holes. And then I'll feel that my
Tom's paid for--"
"Do you hear?" she cried, planting herself in front of Nance, and
jerking her hands up and down in her excitement and the exaspeiation of
receiving no response. "Do you hear me--you? Or are you gone crazy for
love of your murderer?"--and she made as though to lay wild hands on the
girl.
"You are wicked! You are evil! You are a devil!" said Nance through her
little white teeth, and looked so as though she might fly at her that
Julie drew off.
"Aha--spitfire!--wildcat!--you would bite?"
Nance, all ashake with disgust, stooped suddenly and picked up a lump of
rock.
"Go!" she said, in a voice of such concentrated fury that it was little
more than a whisper.
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