And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses. . "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered.
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