Ha, who is there in all de worl' like M'sieu' Vallier, the Cure?
Who will say to you like him: 'Vanne Castine, you have break all de commandments: you have swear, you have steal, you have kill, you have drink.

Ver' well, now, you will be sorry for dat, and say your prayer.

Perhaps, after hunder fifty tousen' years of purgator', you will be forgive and go to Heaven.

But first, when you die, we will put you way down in de leetla warm house in de ground, on de side of de hill, in de Parish of Bon'venture, because it is de only place for a gipsy like Vanne Castine.' "You ask me-ah! I see you look at me, M'sieu' le Notaire, you look at me like a leetla dev'.

You t'ink I come for somet'ing else"-- his black eyes flashed under his brow, he shook his head, and his hands clinched--"You ask me why I come back?
I come back because there is one thing I care for mos' in all de worl'.