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"
He
does
n't
hear
,
"
she
yelled
.
"
I
tell
you
,
you
'll
quit
this
house
.
Now
you
know
it
.
I
believe
God
blast
me
,
that
the
man
is
mad
,
I
do
!
Now
,
out
you
go
,
on
the
blessed
spot
,
and
so
no
more
chat
about
it
.
"
I
looked
towards
the
door
,
not
in
order
to
leave
--
no
,
certainly
not
in
order
to
leave
.
An
audacious
notion
seized
me
--
if
there
had
been
a
key
in
the
door
,
I
would
have
turned
it
and
locked
myself
in
along
with
the
rest
to
escape
going
.
I
had
a
perfectly
hysterical
dread
of
going
out
into
the
streets
again
.
But
there
was
no
key
in
the
door
.
Then
,
suddenly
my
landlord
's
voice
mingled
with
that
of
his
wife
,
and
I
stood
still
with
amazement
.
The
same
man
who
had
threatened
me
a
while
ago
took
my
part
,
strangely
enough
now
.
He
said
:
"
No
,
it
wo
n't
do
to
turn
folk
out
at
night
;
do
you
know
one
can
be
punished
for
doing
that
?
"
"
I
did
n't
know
if
there
was
a
punishment
for
that
;
I
could
n't
say
,
but
perhaps
it
was
so
,
"
and
the
wife
bethought
herself
quickly
,
grew
quiet
,
and
spoke
no
more
.
She
placed
two
pieces
of
bread
and
butter
before
me
for
supper
,
but
I
did
not
touch
them
,
just
out
of
gratitude
to
the
man
;
so
I
pretended
that
I
had
had
a
little
food
in
town
.
When
at
length
I
took
myself
off
to
the
anteroom
to
go
to
bed
,
she
came
out
after
me
,
stopped
on
the
threshold
,
and
said
loudly
,
whilst
her
unsightly
figure
seemed
to
strut
out
towards
me
:
"
But
this
is
the
last
night
you
sleep
here
,
so
now
you
know
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
I
replied
.
