I command that no door be opened to him; that no one offer him comfort or friendship; that not even a bon jour or a bon soir pass between you.

He has blasphemed against our Father in heaven; to the Church he is a leper." He turned to Pomfrette.

"I pray God that you have no peace in mind or body till your evil life is changed, and your black heart is broken by sorrow and repentance." Then to the people he said again: "I have commanded you for your souls' sake; see that you obey.

Go to your homes.

Let us leave the leper--alone." He waved the awed crowd back.
"Shall we take off the little bell ?" asked Lajeunesse of the Cure.
Pomfrette heard, and he drew himself together, his jaws shutting with ferocity, and his hand flying to the belt where his voyageur's case-knife hung.