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"You come here one, two year ago," Pierre continued. "You eat up home
of M. Duchaine, my master. Old M. Duchaine my master, too. I belong
here. You eat up all, come back, eat up some more. Then you sell
Mlle. Jacqueline to Louis d'Epernay. You made her run 'way to New
York. I ask your _diable_ when your time come. Your _diable_ he say
wait. I wait. Mlle. Jacqueline come back. I ask your _diable_ again. ,He say wait some more. Now your _diable_ tell me he send you here
to-night because your time come, and all finish now."
The face that Simon turned on me was not in the least like his own. It
was that of a hopeless man who knows that everything he had prized is
lost. He had never cowered before anyone in his life, I think, but he ,cowered now before Pierre Caribou.
"Hewlett!" he cried in a high-pitched, quavering voice, "help me throw
this old fool out of the way." ,I spoke to Pierre. "Our quarrel is at an end," I said. "I am going
away. You must go, too."
Pierre Caribou did not relax an inch of ground.
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