Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TEANNE passed a somewhat restless night after her small scene with her cousin, waking depressed and unrefreshed. Though she had carried matters with so high a hand, and had scored so distinctly all around, she had been more agitated than she had cared to show. She liked Enguerrand; and more especially did she like his admiration for her; and that chance allusion to Clairette contained possibilities that were alarming. In embracing a professional career, she had never thought for a moment that it could militate against that due share of admiration to which, as a girl, she was justly entitled; and Enguer- rand's views seemed this morning all the more narrow and inexcusable. She rose languidly, and as soon as she was dressed sent off a little note to the Mayor, saying that she had a nervous headache and felt out of sorts, and begging to be excused from attendance on that day; and the missive reached the Mayor just as he was taking his usual place at the head of the Board. Dear, dear said the kind-hearted old man, as soon as he had read the letter to his fellow-councilmen: I 'm very sorry. Poor girl Here, one of you fellows, just run round and tell the gaoler there won't be any business to-day. Jeanne's seedy. It's put off till to-morrow. And now, gentlemen, the agenda Really, your worship, exploded Robinet, this is simply ridiculous Upon my word, Robinet, said the Mayor, I don't know what's the matter with you. Here's a poor girl unwell, -- and a more hardworking girl is n't in the town, -- and instead of sympathising with her, and saying you 're sorry, you call it ridiculous Suppose you had a headache yourself You would n't like But it is ridiculous, maintained the tanner, stoutly. Who ever heard of an executioner having a nervou...