Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. New customs have prevailed over the old. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church.
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