I am sure it is _un proces_.
They 'av ruin him. Eh bien, my dear. I suppose we shall leave this triste
place immediately. I am so rejoice. It appears to me _un cimetiere_!'
'Yes, I should like to leave it,' I said, sitting up, with a great sigh and
sunken eyes. It seemed to me that I had quite lost all sense of resentment
towards Madame. A debility of feeling had supervened--the fatigue, I
suppose, and prostration of the passions.
'I weel make excuse to go into his room again,' said Madame; 'and I weel
endeavor to learn something more from him, and I weel come back again to
you in half an hour.'
She departed. But in half an hour did not return. I had a dull longing to
leave Bartram-Haugh. For me, since the departure of poor Milly, it had
grown like the haunt of evil spirits, and to escape on any terms from it
was a blessing unspeakable.
Another half-hour passed, and another, and I grew insufferably feverish.
I sent Mary Quince to the lobby to try and see Madame, who, I feared, was
probably to-ing and fro-ing in and out of Uncle Silas's room.
Mary returned to tell me that she had seen old Wyat, who told her that she
thought Madame had gone to her bed half an hour before.
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