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great　fear。　　Force　the　child　at　such　a　time；　be　Spartan　with　it；

send　it　into　the　dark　against　its　will；　leave　it　in　a　lonely

bedroom　against　its　will；　and　you　had　better　murder　it。



On　a　bright　morning　I　rattled　away　from　Paris；　in　the　German

chariot；　and　left　the　large　dark　creature　behind　me　for　good。　　I

ought　to　confess；　though；　that　I　had　been　drawn　back　to　the　Morgue；

after　he　was　put　underground；　to　look　at　his　clothes；　and　that　I

found　them　frightfully　like　him　…　particularly　his　boots。　　However；

I　rattled　away　for　Switzerland；　looking　forward　and　not　backward；

and　so　we　parted　company。



Welcome　again；　the　long；　long　spell　of　France；　with　the　queer

country　inns；　full　of　vases　of　flowers　and　clocks；　in　the　dull

little　town；　and　with　the　little　population　not　at　all　dull　on　the

little　Boulevard　in　the　evening；　under　the　little　trees！　　Welcome

Monsieur　the　Cure；　walking　alone　in　the　early　morning　a　short　way

out　of　the　town；　reading　that　eternal　Breviary　of　yours；　which

surely　might　be　almost　read；　without　book；　by　this　time！　　Welcome

Monsieur　the　Cure；　later　in　the　day；　jolting　through　the　highway

dust　（as　if　you　had　already　ascended　to　the　cloudy　region）；　in　a

very　big…headed　cabriolet；　with　the　dried　mud　of　a　dozen　winters　on

it。　　Welcome　again　Monsieur　the　Cure；　as　we　exchange　salutations；

you；　straightening　your　back　to　look　at　the　German　chariot；　while

picking　in　your　little　village　garden　a　vegetable　or　two　for　the

day's　soup：　　I；　looking　out　of　the　German　chariot　window　in　that

delicious　traveller's　trance　which　knows　no　cares；　no　yesterdays；

no　to…morrows；　nothing　but　the　passing　objects　and　the　passing

scents　and　sounds！　　And　so　I　came；　in　due　course　of　delight；　to

Strasbourg；　where　I　passed　a　wet　Sunday　evening　at　a　window；　while

an　idle　trifle　of　a　vaudeville　was　played　for　me　at　the　opposite

house。



How　such　a　large　house　came　to　have　only　three　people　living　in　it；

was　its　own　affair。　　There　were　at　least　a　score　of　windows　in　its

high　roof　alone；　how　many　in　its　grotesque　front；　I　soon　gave　up

counting。　　The　owner　was　a　shopkeeper；　by　name　Straudenheim；　by

trade　…　I　couldn't　make　out　what　by　trade；　for　he　had　forborne　to

write　that　up；　and　his　shop　was　shut。



At　first；　as　I　looked　at　Straudenheim's；　through　the　steadily

falling　rain；　I　set　him　up　in　business　in　the　goose…liver　line。

But；　inspection　of　Straudenheim；　who　became　visible　at　a　window　on

the　second　floor；　convinced　me　that　there　was　something　more

precious　than　liver　in　the　case。　　He　wore　a　black　velvet　skull…cap；

and　looked　usurious　and　rich。　　A　large…lipped；　pear…nosed　old　man；

with　white　hair；　and　keen　eyes；　though　near…sighted。　　He　was

writing　at　a　desk；　was　Straudenheim；　and　ever　and　again　left　off

writing；　put　his　pen　in　his　mouth；　and　went　through　actions　with

his　right　hand；　like　a　man　steadying　piles　of　cash。　　Five…franc

pieces；　Straudenheim；　or　golden　Napoleons？　　A　jeweller；

Straudenheim；　a　dealer　in　money；　a　diamond　merchant；　or　what？



Below　Straudenheim；　at　a　window　on　the　first　floor；　sat　his

housekeeper　…　far　from　young；　but　of　a　comely　presence；　suggestive

of　a　well…matured　foot　and　ankle。　　She　was　cheerily　dressed；　had　a

fan　in　her　hand；　and　wore　large　gold　earrings　and　a　large　gold

cross。　　She　would　have　been　out　holiday…making　（as　I　settled　it）

but　for　the　pestilent　rain。　　Strasbourg　had　given　up　holiday…making

for　that　once；　as　a　bad　job；　because　the　rain　was　jerking　in　gushes

out　of　the　old　roof…spouts；　and　running　in　a　brook　down　the　middle

of　the　street。　　The　housekeeper；　her　arms　folded　on　her　bosom　and

her　fan　tapping　her　chin；　was　bright　and　smiling　at　her　open

window；　but　otherwise　Straudenheim's　house　front　was　very　dreary。

The　housekeeper's　was　the　only　open　window　in　it；　Straudenheim　kept

himself　close；　though　it　was　a　sultry　evening　when　air　is　pleasant；

and　though　the　rain　had　brought　into　the　town　that　vague　refreshing

smell　of　grass　which　rain　does　bring　in　the　summer…time。



The　dim　appearance　of　a　man　at　Straudenheim's　shoulder；　inspired　me

with　a　misgiving　that　somebody　had　come　to　murder　that　flourishing

merchant　for　the　wealth　with　which　I　had　handsomely　endowed　him：

the　rather；　as　it　was　an　excited　man；　lean　and　long　of　figure；　and

evidently　stealthy　of　foot。　　But；　he　conferred　with　Straudenheim

instead　of　doing　him　a　mortal　injury；　and　then　they　both　softly

opened　the　other　window　of　that　room　…　which　was　immediately　over

the　housekeeper's　…　and　tried　to　see　her　by　looking　down。　　And　my

opinion　of　Straudenheim　was　much　lowered　when　I　saw　that　eminent

citizen　spit　out　of　window；　clearly　with　the　hope　of　spitting　on

the　housekeeper。



The　unconscious　housekeeper　fanned　herself；　tossed　her　head；　and

laughed。　　Though　unconscious　of　Straudenheim；　she　was　conscious　of

somebody　else　…　of　me？　…　there　was　nobody　else。



After　leaning　so　far　out　of　the　window；　that　I　confidently　expected

to　see　their　heels　tilt　up；　Straudenheim　and　the　lean　man　drew

their　heads　in　and　shut　the　window。　　Presently；　the　house　door

secretly　opened；　and　they　slowly　and　spitefully　crept　forth　into

the　pouring　rain。　　They　were　coming　over　to　me　（I　thought）　to

demand　satisfaction　for　my　looking　at　the　housekeeper；　when　they

plunged　into　a　recess　in　the　architecture　under　my　window　and

dragged　out　the　puniest　of　little　soldiers；　begirt　with　the　most

innocent　of　little　swords。　　The　tall　glazed　head…dress　of　this

warrior；　Straudenheim　instantly　knocked　off；　and　out　of　it　fell　two

sugar…sticks；　and　three　or　four　large　lumps　of　sugar。



The　warrior　made　no　effort　to　recover　his　property　or　to　pick　up

his　shako；　but　looked　with　an　expression　of　attention　at

Straudenheim　when　he　kicked　him　five　times；　and　also　at　the　lean

man　when　HE　kicked　him　five　times；　and　again　at　Straudenheim　when

he　tore　the　breast　of　his　（the　warrior's）　little　coat　open；　and

shook　all　his　ten　fingers　in　his　face；　as　if　they　were　ten

thousand。　　When　these　outrages　had　been　committed；　Straudenheim　and

his　man　went　into　the　house　again　and　barred　the　door。　　A　wonderful

circumstance　was；　that　the　housekeeper　who　saw　it　all　（and　who

could　have　taken　six　such　warriors　to　her　buxom　bosom　at　once）；

only　fanned　herself　and　laughed　as　she　had　laughed　before；　and

seemed　to　have　no　opinion　about　it；　one　way　or　other。



But；　the　chief　effect　of　the　drama　was　the　remarkable　vengeance

taken　by　the　little　warrior。　　Left　alone　in　the　rain；　he　picked　up

his　shako；　put　it　on；　all　wet　and　dirty　as　it　was；　retired　into　a

court；　of　which　Straudenheim's　house　formed　the　corner；　wheeled

about；　and　bringing　his　two　forefingers　close　to　the　top　of　his

nose；　rubbed　them　over　one　another；　cross…wise；　in　derision；

defiance；　and　contempt　of　Straudenheim。　　Although　Straudenheim

could　not　possibly　be　supposed　to　be　conscious　of　this　strange

proceeding；　it　so　inflated　and　comforted　the　little　warrior's　soul；

that　twice　he　went　away；　and　twice　came　back　into　the　court　to

repeat　it；　as　though　it　must　goad　his　enemy　to　madness。　　Not　only

that；　but　he　afterwards　came　back　with　two　other　small　warriors；

and　they　all　three　did　it　together。　　Not　only　that　…　as　I　live　to

tell　the　tale！　…　but　just　as　it　was　falling　quite　dark；　the　three

came　back；　bringing　with　them　a　huge　bearded　Sapper；　whom　they

moved；　by　recital　of　the　original　wrong；　to　go　through　the　same

performance；　with　the　same　complete　absence　of　all　possible

knowledge　of　it　on　the　part　of　Straudenheim。　　And　then　they　all

went　away；　arm　in　arm；　singing。



I　went　away　too；　in　the　German　chariot　at　sunrise；　and　rattled　on；

day　after　day；　like　one　in　a　sweet　dream；　with　so　many　clear　little

bells　on　the　harness　of　the　horses；　that　the　nursery　rhyme　about

Banbury　Cross　and　the　venerable　lady　who　rode　in　state　there；　was

always　in　my　ears。　　And　now　I　came　to　the　land　of　wooden　houses；

innocent　cakes；　thin　butter　soup；　and　spotless　little　inn　bedrooms

with　a　family　likeness　to　Dairies。　　And　now　the　Swiss　marksmen　were

for　ever　rifle…shooting　at　marks　across　gorges；　so　exceedingly　near

my　ear；　that　I　felt　like　a　new　Gesler　in　a　Canton　of　Tells；　and

went　in　highly…deserved　danger　of　my　tyrannical　life。　　The　prizes

at　these　shootings；　were　watches；　smart　handkerchiefs；　hats；

spoons；　and　（above　all）　tea…trays；　and　at　these　contests　I　came

upon　a　more　than　usually　accomplished　and　amiable　countryman　of　my

own；　who　had　shot　himself　deaf　in　whole　years　of　competition；　and

had　won　so　many　tea…trays　that　he　went　about　the　country　with　his

carriage　full　of　them；　like　a　glorified　Cheap…Jack。



In　the　mountain…country　into　which　I　had　now　travelled；　a　yoke　of

oxen　were　sometimes　hooked　on　before　the　post…horses；　and　I　went

lumbering　up；　up；　up；　through　mist　and　rain；　with　the　roar　of

falling　water　for　change　of　music。　　Of　a　sudden；　mist　and　rain

would　clear　away；　and　I　would　come　down　into　picturesque　little

towns　with　gleaming　spires　and　odd　towers；　and　would　stroll　afoot

into　market…places　in　steep　winding　streets；　where　a　hundred　women

in　bodices；　sold　eggs　and　honey；　butter　and　fruit；　and　suckled

their　children　as　they　sat　by　their　clean　baskets；　and　had　such

enormous　goitres　（or　glandular　swellings　in　the　throat）　that　it

became　a　science　to　know　where　the　nurse　ended　and　the　child　began。

About　this　time；　I　deserted　my　German　chariot　for　the　back　of　a

mule　（in　colour　and　consistency　so　very　like　a　dusty　old　hair　trunk

I　once　had　at　school；　that　I　half　expected　to　see　my　initials　in

brass…headed　nails　on　his　backbone）；　and　went　up　a　thousand　rugged

ways；　and　looked　down　at　a　thousand　woods　of　fir　and　pine；　and

would　on　the　whole　have　preferred　my　mule's　keeping　a　little　nearer

to　the　inside；　and　not　usually　travelling　with　a　hoof　or　two　over

the　precipice　…　though　much　consoled　by　explanation　that　this　was

to　be　attributed　to　his　great　sagacity；　by　reason　of　his　carrying

broad　loads　of　wood　at　othe