You t'ink I am happy to go about with a damn brown bear and dance trough de village?
Moi ?--no, no, no! What a Jack I look when I sing--ah, that fool's song all down de street! I come back for one thing only, M'sieu' Shangois.
"You know that night--ah, four, five years ago?
You remember, M'sieu' Shangois?
Ah! she was so beautiful, so sweet; her hair it fall down about her face, her eyes all black, her cheeks like the snow, her lips, her lips!--You rememb' her father curse me, tell me to go.

Why?
Because I have kill a man! Eh bien, what if I kill a man! He would have kill me: I do it to save myself.

I say I am not guilty; but her father say I am a sc'undrel, and turn me out de house.
"De girl, Christine, she love me.

Yes, she love Vanne Castine.

She say to me, 'I will go with you.