Convert me." "It is the day when our thoughts turn naturally to the dead, and mine are with my mother, who has lain in her grave these three years.

I am thinking of what she reared me and of what I am." Garnache made a grimace which the other did not observe.

He stared at the little cut-throat, and there was some dismay in his glance.

What ailed the rogue?
Was he about to repent him of his sins, and to have done with villainy and treachery; was he minded to slit no more gullets in the future, be faithful to the hand that paid him, and lead a godlier life?
Peste! That was a thing that would nowise suit Monsieur de Garnache's ends just then.

If Arsenio had a mind to reform, let him postpone that reformation until Garnache should have done with him.