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Mademoiselle had made up her mind, and was not to be dissuaded

"If I a nostrils, "shall

I fear his servants?"

And opening the door herself, for the others would not, she called The

man who answered was a Norman; and short of stature, and wrinkled and low-

browed of feature, with a thatch of hair and a full beard, he seemed the

embodiment of the women's apprehensions Moreover, his patois of the

cider-land was little better than Gerue was sheer Italian to him But he seemed not ill-disposed, or

Mademoiselle's air overawed him; and presently she made him understand,

and with a nod he descended to carry her an to beat; and beat more quickly when she

heard his step--alas! she knew it already, knew it from all others--on

the stairs The table was set, the card ht be that with the low opinion he held of women he would think her

reconciled to her lot; he would think this an overture, a step towards

kinder treatment, one more proof of the inconstancy of the lower and the

weaker sex, rew hot with rage But if it were so, she must still put up with it