At last, however, she perceived a man's broad shoulders, a dark form which was disappearing amid the snow.

Oh! she wouldn't let this man get away.

And she ran on all the faster, reached him, and caught him by the blouse: "Sir, sir, just listen." The man turned round.

It was Goujet.
So now she had accosted Golden-Beard.

But what had she done on earth to be tortured like this by Providence?
It was the crowning blow--to stumble against Goujet, and be seen by her blacksmith friend, pale and begging, like a common street walker.