THE DEVIL'S POOL
made no plans to encourage himself, nor schemes to entrap the girl. He suffered; he felt a great weight of grief at his heart. He wished that he were dead. The world seemed to turn against him, and if he could have wept at all, his tears would have come in floods. But mingled with his sorrow there was a feeling of anger against himself, and he felt choked, without the power or the wish to complain.
When morning came, and the sounds of the country brought it to Germain's senses, he lifted his head from his hands and rose. He saw that little Marie had slept no more than he, but he knew no words in which to tell her of his anxiety. He was very discouraged. Hiding the gray's saddle once more in the thicket, he slung his sack over his shoulder and took his son by the hand.
"Now, Marie," said he, "we are going to try to end our journey. Do you wish me to take you to Ormeaux?"
"Let us leave the woods together," answered she, "and when we know where we are, we shall separate, and go our different ways."
Germain did not answer. He felt hurt that the girl did not ask him to take her as far as Ormeaux,
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