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There
had
been
that
momentary
interruption
of
the
talk
about
the
stove
,
and
that
temporary
inattention
to
and
distraction
from
one
another
,
which
is
usually
inseparable
in
such
a
company
from
the
arrival
of
a
stranger
.
It
had
passed
over
by
this
time
;
and
the
men
had
done
glancing
at
him
,
and
were
talking
again
.
‘
That
’
s
the
true
reason
,
’
said
one
of
them
,
bringing
a
story
he
had
been
telling
,
to
a
close
,
‘
that
’
s
the
true
reason
why
they
said
that
the
devil
was
let
loose
.
’
The
speaker
was
the
tall
Swiss
belonging
to
the
church
,
and
he
brought
something
of
the
authority
of
the
church
into
the
discussion
—
especially
as
the
devil
was
in
question
.
The
landlady
having
given
her
directions
for
the
new
guest
’
s
entertainment
to
her
husband
,
who
acted
as
cook
to
the
Break
of
Day
,
had
resumed
her
needlework
behind
her
counter
.
She
was
a
smart
,
neat
,
bright
little
woman
,
with
a
good
deal
of
cap
and
a
good
deal
of
stocking
,
and
she
struck
into
the
conversation
with
several
laughing
nods
of
her
head
,
but
without
looking
up
from
her
work
.
‘
Ah
Heaven
,
then
,
’
said
she
.
‘
When
the
boat
came
up
from
Lyons
,
and
brought
the
news
that
the
devil
was
actually
let
loose
at
Marseilles
,
some
fly
-
catchers
swallowed
it
.
But
I
?
No
,
not
I
.
’
‘
Madame
,
you
are
always
right
,
’
returned
the
tall
Swiss
.
‘
Doubtless
you
were
enraged
against
that
man
,
madame
?
’
‘
Ay
,
yes
,
then
!
’
cried
the
landlady
,
raising
her
eyes
from
her
work
,
opening
them
very
wide
,
and
tossing
her
head
on
one
side
.
‘
Naturally
,
yes
.
’
‘
He
was
a
bad
subject
.
’
‘
He
was
a
wicked
wretch
,
’
said
the
landlady
,
‘
and
well
merited
what
he
had
the
good
fortune
to
escape
.
So
much
the
worse
.
’
‘
Stay
,
madame
!
Let
us
see
,
’
returned
the
Swiss
,
argumentatively
turning
his
cigar
between
his
lips
.
‘
It
may
have
been
his
unfortunate
destiny
.
He
may
have
been
the
child
of
circumstances
.
It
is
always
possible
that
he
had
,
and
has
,
good
in
him
if
one
did
but
know
how
to
find
it
out
.
Philosophical
philanthropy
teaches
—
’
The
rest
of
the
little
knot
about
the
stove
murmured
an
objection
to
the
introduction
of
that
threatening
expression
.
Even
the
two
players
at
dominoes
glanced
up
from
their
game
,
as
if
to
protest
against
philosophical
philanthropy
being
brought
by
name
into
the
Break
of
Day
.
