Chapter 220: Chapter 220

XIX Occupying One’s Self with Obscure Depths Hardly was M. Leblanc seated, when he turned his eyes towards the pallets, which were empty. “How is the poor little wounded girl?” he inquired. “Bad,” replied Jondrette with a heartbroken and grateful smile, “very bad, my worthy sir. Her elder sister has taken her to the Bourbe to have her hurt dressed. You will see them presently; they will be back immediately.” “Madame Fabantou seems to me to be better,” went on M. Leblanc, casting …