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"
And
slept
over
long
to-day
,
"
he
scolded
,
as
he
passed
me
the
water
,
ready
in
his
hand
.
I
sat
up
,
opened
my
eyes
,
and
carried
the
tankard
to
my
lips
with
both
my
hands
.
And
as
I
drank
I
looked
at
Pons
.
Now
note
two
things
.
I
spoke
in
French
;
I
was
not
conscious
that
I
spoke
in
French
.
Not
until
afterward
,
back
in
solitary
,
when
I
remembered
what
I
am
narrating
,
did
I
know
that
I
had
spoken
in
French
--
ay
,
and
spoken
well
.
As
for
me
,
Darrell
Standing
,
at
present
writing
these
lines
in
Murderers
'
Row
of
Folsom
Prison
,
why
,
I
know
only
high
school
French
sufficient
to
enable
me
to
read
the
language
.
As
for
my
speaking
it
--
impossible
.
I
can
scarcely
intelligibly
pronounce
my
way
through
a
menu
.
But
to
return
.
Pons
was
a
little
withered
old
man
.
He
was
born
in
our
house
--
I
know
,
for
it
chanced
that
mention
was
made
of
it
this
very
day
I
am
describing
.
Pons
was
all
of
sixty
years
.
He
was
mostly
toothless
,
and
,
despite
a
pronounced
limp
that
compelled
him
to
go
slippity-hop
,
he
was
very
alert
and
spry
in
all
his
movements
.
Also
,
he
was
impudently
familiar
.
This
was
because
he
had
been
in
my
house
sixty
years
.
He
had
been
my
father
's
servant
before
I
could
toddle
,
and
after
my
father
's
death
(
Pons
and
I
talked
of
it
this
day
)
he
became
my
servant
.
The
limp
he
had
acquired
on
a
stricken
field
in
Italy
,
when
the
horsemen
charged
across
.
He
had
just
dragged
my
father
clear
of
the
hoofs
when
he
was
lanced
through
the
thigh
,
overthrown
,
and
trampled
.
My
father
,
conscious
but
helpless
from
his
own
wounds
,
witnessed
it
all
.
And
so
,
as
I
say
,
Pons
had
earned
such
a
right
to
impudent
familiarity
that
at
least
there
was
no
gainsaying
him
by
my
father
's
son
.
Pons
shook
his
head
as
I
drained
the
huge
draught
.
"
Did
you
hear
it
boil
?
"
I
laughed
,
as
I
handed
back
the
empty
tankard
.
"
Like
your
father
,
"
he
said
hopelessly
.
"
But
your
father
lived
to
learn
better
,
which
I
doubt
you
will
do
.
"
"
He
got
a
stomach
affliction
,
"
I
devilled
,
"
so
that
one
mouthful
of
spirits
turned
it
outside
in
.
It
were
wisdom
not
to
drink
when
one
's
tank
will
not
hold
the
drink
.
"
While
we
talked
Pons
was
gathering
to
my
bedside
my
clothes
for
the
day
.
