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Soathered about her, and followed at her heels,

only to fall back with new terror when she turned her distorted face

upon theathered in a

white foam on her black lips

Someone had run ahead of her to where P'tit Maitre sat with his faallery

"P'tit Maitre! La Folle done cross de bayou! Look her! Look her yonda

totin' Cheri!" This startling intimation was the first which they had of

the woman's approach

She was now near at hand She walked with long strides Her eyes were

fixed desperately before her, and she breathed heavily, as a tired ox

At the foot of the stairhich she could not have mounted, she laid

the boy in his father's arms Then the world that had looked red to

La Folle suddenly turned black,--like that day she had seen powder and

blood

She reeled for an instant Before a sustaining arround

When La Folle regained consciousness, she was at hoain, in her own

cabin and upon her own bed The ave what light was needed to the old black rant herbs It was very