He
beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra
room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. While involved in this crowd, near Temple Bar,
—where the thoroughfare was most dangerous from the masses of ruin that
impeded it,—an individual, whose swarthy features recalled to the carpenter one
of his tormentors of the previous night, collared him, and, with bitter
imprecations accused him of stealing his child. ‘I am not a person,
Marthe. Then he stepped
briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in
the yard. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until
the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the
rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. ‘You
see, it is that I am a female, and you all are men.
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