"I would give my life to restore hers!" replied Bigot despairingly.
"Oh, Cadet, you never knew what was in my heart about this girl, and
how I had resolved to make her reparation for the evil I had done
her!"
"Well, I can guess what was in your heart, Bigot. Come, old friend,
you are getting more calm, you can walk now. Let us go upstairs to
consider what is to be done about it. Damn the women! They are
man's torment whether alive or dead!"
Bigot was too much absorbed in his own tumultuous feelings to notice
Cadet's remark. He allowed himself to be led without resistance to
another room, out of sight of the murdered girl, in whose presence
Cadet knew calm council was impossible.
Cadet seated Bigot on a couch and, sitting beside him, bade him be a
man and not a fool. He tried to rouse Bigot by irritating him,
thinking, in his coarse way, that that was better than to be maudlin
over him, as he considered it, with vain expressions of sympathy.
"I would not give way so," said he, "for all the women in and out of
Paradise! and you are a man, Bigot! Remember you have brought me
here, and you have to take me safely back again, out of this den of
murder.
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