Oh! I recognise it! It is all stained with blood.

The stains are quite fresh to-day.

His red hands have left marks of blood on the butt.

Ah! poor, poor aunt Dide!" Then she became dizzy once more, and lapsed into silent thought.
"The gendarme was dead," she murmured at last, "but I have seen him again; he has come back.

They never die, those blackguards!" Again did gloomy passion come over her, and, shaking the carbine, she advanced towards her two sons who, speechless with fright, retreated to the very wall.