What of that ?" "Well, we don't care to have any dealings with the devil." "No, no, no," asserted the second peasant.
"A man can match a man if he's of his own kind," continued the first peasant.
"Sometimes two," said the second, who was built like a Hercules.
"But with ghostly beings phantoms, spectres--no thank you," continued the first peasant.
"No, thank you," repeated the other.
"Oh, mother, sister," queried Roland, addressing the two women, "in Heaven's name, do you understand anything of what these two fools are saying ?" "Fools," repeated the first peasant; "well, possibly.

But it's not the less true that Pierre Marey had his neck twisted just for looking over the wall.

True, it was of a Saturday--the devil's sabbath." "And they couldn't straighten it out," affirmed the second peasant, "so they had to bury him with his face turned round looking the other way.
"Oh!" exclaimed Sir John, "this is growing interesting.

I'm very fond of ghost stories." "That's more than sister Amelie is it seems," cried Edouard.
"What do you mean ?" "Just see how pale she's grown, brother Roland." "Yes, indeed," said Sir John; "mademoiselle looks as if she were going to faint." "I?
Not at all," exclaimed Amelie, wiping the perspiration from her forehead; "only don't you think it seems a little warm here, mother ?" "No," answered Madame de Montrevel.
"Still," insisted Amelie, "if it would not annoy you, I should like to open the window." "Do so, my child." Amelie rose hastily to profit by this permission, and went with tottering steps to a window opening upon the garden.

After it was opened, she stood leaning against the sill, half-hidden by the curtains.
"Ah!" she said, "I can breathe here." Sir John rose to offer her his smelling-salts, but Amelie declined hastily: "No, no, my lord.