You are all robbers--you English--cochons!" He opened the door and went out.

Ferrol was about to follow him, but he had a sudden fit of weakness, and he caught up a pillow, and, throwing it on the chest where Shangois had sat, stretched himself upon it.

He lay still for quite a long time, and presently fell into a doze.

In those days no event made a lasting impression on him.

When it was over it ended, so far as concerned any disturbing remembrances of it.