Then she opened the door wide, and disappeared into the darkness of the
unlighted stairway, murmuring, "Pity--have pity on me, holy Mother,
Vierge Marie!" Then the door closed behind her almost with a bang.
After a moment of stupefied inaction Jean Jacques hurried over and threw
open the door she had closed. "Zoe--little Zoe, come back and say good-
night," he called. But she did not hear, for, with a burst of crying,
she had hurried into her own room and shut and locked the door.
It was a pity, a measureless pity, as Mary the Mother must have seen,
if she could see mortal life at all, that Zoe did not hear him. It might
have altered the future. As it was, the Devil of Estrangement might well
be content with his night's work.
CHAPTER XV
BON MARCHE
Vilray was having its market day, and everyone was either going to or
coming from market, or buying and selling in the little square by the
Court House. It was the time when the fruits were coming in, when
vegetables were in full yield, when fish from the Beau Cheval were to be
had in plenty--from mud-cats and suckers, pike and perch, to rock-bass,
sturgeon and even maskinonge.
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