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Anatole thought he was going to strike him
when he wanted to lift him; he has the fists
of a giant. Did you ever see such a ferocious
face?”
“Il n’est pas méchant,” said Josephine,
who was standing behind the Uhlan so that
he could not see her, “but he does not want
anybody to look at him. I believe he is
afraid of somebody.”
“You are as clever as you are good,
Josephine,” said Doctor Martin; “you are
quite right, he is afraid of somebody. It
is nobody here.”
“He has been following you with his eyes
the whole time,” said she. “Do talk to him; I
am sure he is longing to speak to you.”
“Thank God you have come back,” said
the Uhlan, as soon as he heard the Doctor’s
voice. “Did you see anybody as you came?”
he added in a hurried whisper.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“She always goes away when you come,”
he murmured.
“Who?”
He closed his eyes. “The old woman,”
he said with a shudder. “I was afraid you
were not coming back.”
“I promised you I would come back.”
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