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‘
I
have
brought
your
bread
,
Signor
John
Baptist
,
’
said
he
(
they
all
spoke
in
French
,
but
the
little
man
was
an
Italian
)
;
‘
and
if
I
might
recommend
you
not
to
game
—
’
‘
You
don
’
t
recommend
the
master
!
’
said
John
Baptist
,
showing
his
teeth
as
he
smiled
.
‘
Oh
!
but
the
master
wins
,
’
returned
the
jailer
,
with
a
passing
look
of
no
particular
liking
at
the
other
man
,
‘
and
you
lose
.
It
’
s
quite
another
thing
.
You
get
husky
bread
and
sour
drink
by
it
;
and
he
gets
sausage
of
Lyons
,
veal
in
savoury
jelly
,
white
bread
,
strachino
cheese
,
and
good
wine
by
it
.
Look
at
the
birds
,
my
pretty
!
’
‘
Poor
birds
!
’
said
the
child
.
The
fair
little
face
,
touched
with
divine
compassion
,
as
it
peeped
shrinkingly
through
the
grate
,
was
like
an
angel
’
s
in
the
prison
.
John
Baptist
rose
and
moved
towards
it
,
as
if
it
had
a
good
attraction
for
him
.
The
other
bird
remained
as
before
,
except
for
an
impatient
glance
at
the
basket
.
‘
Stay
!
’
said
the
jailer
,
putting
his
little
daughter
on
the
outer
ledge
of
the
grate
,
‘
she
shall
feed
the
birds
.
This
big
loaf
is
for
Signor
John
Baptist
.
We
must
break
it
to
get
it
through
into
the
cage
.
So
,
there
’
s
a
tame
bird
to
kiss
the
little
hand
!
This
sausage
in
a
vine
leaf
is
for
Monsieur
Rigaud
.
Again
—
this
veal
in
savoury
jelly
is
for
Monsieur
Rigaud
.
Again
—
these
three
white
little
loaves
are
for
Monsieur
Rigaud
.
Again
,
this
cheese
—
again
,
this
wine
—
again
,
this
tobacco
—
all
for
Monsieur
Rigaud
.
Lucky
bird
!
’
The
child
put
all
these
things
between
the
bars
into
the
soft
,
Smooth
,
well
-
shaped
hand
,
with
evident
dread
—
more
than
once
drawing
back
her
own
and
looking
at
the
man
with
her
fair
brow
roughened
into
an
expression
half
of
fright
and
half
of
anger
.
Whereas
she
had
put
the
lump
of
coarse
bread
into
the
swart
,
scaled
,
knotted
hands
of
John
Baptist
(
who
had
scarcely
as
much
nail
on
his
eight
fingers
and
two
thumbs
as
would
have
made
out
one
for
Monsieur
Rigaud
)
,
with
ready
confidence
;
and
,
when
he
kissed
her
hand
,
had
herself
passed
it
caressingly
over
his
face
.
Monsieur
Rigaud
,
indifferent
to
this
distinction
,
propitiated
the
father
by
laughing
and
nodding
at
the
daughter
as
often
as
she
gave
him
anything
;
and
,
so
soon
as
he
had
all
his
viands
about
him
in
convenient
nooks
of
the
ledge
on
which
he
rested
,
began
to
eat
with
an
appetite
.
When
Monsieur
Rigaud
laughed
,
a
change
took
place
in
his
face
,
that
was
more
remarkable
than
prepossessing
.
His
moustache
went
up
under
his
nose
,
and
his
nose
came
down
over
his
moustache
,
in
a
very
sinister
and
cruel
manner
.
‘
There
!
’
said
the
jailer
,
turning
his
basket
upside
down
to
beat
the
crumbs
out
,
‘
I
have
expended
all
the
money
I
received
;
here
is
the
note
of
it
,
and
that
’
s
a
thing
accomplished
.
Monsieur
Rigaud
,
as
I
expected
yesterday
,
the
President
will
look
for
the
pleasure
of
your
society
at
an
hour
after
mid
-
day
,
to
-
day
.
’
