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But
my
little
friend
did
not
rise
to
the
bait
.
He
was
observing
me
gravely
.
“
You
are
what
the
Scotch
people
call
‘
fey
,
’
Hastings
.
It
presages
disaster
.
”
“
Nonsense
.
At
any
rate
,
you
do
not
share
my
feelings
.
”
“
No
,
but
I
am
afraid
.
”
“
Afraid
of
what
?
”
“
I
do
not
know
.
But
I
have
a
premonition
—
a
je
ne
sais
quoi
!
”
He
spoke
so
gravely
,
that
I
was
impressed
in
spite
of
myself
.
“
I
have
a
feeling
,
”
he
said
slowly
,
“
that
this
is
going
to
be
a
big
affair
—
a
long
,
troublesome
problem
that
will
not
be
easy
to
work
out
.
”
I
would
have
questioned
him
further
,
but
we
were
just
coming
into
the
little
town
of
Merlinville
,
and
we
slowed
up
to
inquire
the
way
to
the
Villa
Geneviève
.
“
Straight
on
,
monsieur
,
through
the
town
.
The
Villa
Geneviève
is
about
half
a
mile
the
other
side
.
You
cannot
miss
it
.
A
big
Villa
,
overlooking
the
sea
.
”
