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Show "Monsieur is too good." She went softly in-doors. And as soon as her back was turned she smiled again to herself. "Mon Dieu!" she thought. "These men! These men with the prettiest wives in the world! What babies theyare! Whatbabies! Quediable!" She sat down by the light of a tallow candle at her greasy table, and made out a good, stiff bill for the baby to pay. Achmed was a long time getting the mules, but at last he was ready, the account was settled, and Sir Claude was in the saddle, his gun slung beside him and his revolver ready to his hand. "Bon soir, madame," he said, gruffly. "Bon soir, m'sieu. Bon voyage." He rode away into the desert. 1.n.'""'·""u prepared to follow, mounted n the second mule, and leading a >o8 and Barbary sheep. "Bon soir, Monsieur Achmed! said the landlady, with an ironical emphasis on the "Monsieur." "Bon voyage!" ·r The guide turned his eye upon her. ~_j "Cochon femme!" he hissed at her. - " Chamelle! chamelle!" l He spat at her, kicked the mule furiously with his heels, and cantered away. "Sale race!" ejaculated the landlady. She blew out the lamp, picked up f the full wine bottle, tucked it under t. I her arm, turned and went into the J'1 li9 f auberge, closing the door behind her. -~ A moment later there was the j: -· clang of the great bar of pahn-wood · falling in to its irpn socket. -~ |