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It was in the grey dawning of the next day, at the hour before the sun

rose, that word of M de Tignonville's fate ca which hadthick on its

retreating skirts, and only reluctantly and little by little gave up to

sight and daylight a certain thing which night had left at the end of the

causeway The first ateway; and he rubbed eyes weary atching, and peered anew at it

through thehimself back in the Place Ste-Croix at

Angers, supposing for a wild htly outlines

of the thing he had seen persisted--nay, grew sharper as the haze began

to lift fro floor of sea He called another man

and bade him look

"What is it?" he said "D'you see, there? Below the village?"

"'Tis a gibbet," the ht "God keep us froibbet?"

"Ay!"

"But what is it for? What is it doing there?"

"It is there to hang those they have taken, very like," the man answered,

stupidly practical And then other rowled in their beards Presently there were eight or ten on the roof