Having seized his arm, she gripped it tightly as she repeated: “No, no, no; at once, at once! You must. He is here, in the church. He is waiting for me.”
“Who is waiting for you?” asked the priest.
“A man who will ruin me, who will carry me off, if you do not save me. I cannot flee from him. I am too weak—too weak! Oh, so weak, so weak!” She fell at his feet sobbing: “Oh, have pity on me, father! Save me, in God’s name, save me!”
She held him by his black gown lest he should escape, and he with uneasiness glanced around, lest some malevolent or devout eye should see this woman fallen at his feet. Understanding at length that he could not escape, he said: “Get up; I have the key of the confessional with me.”
And fumbling in his pocket he drew out a ring full of keys, selected one, and walked rapidly towards the little wooden cabin, dust holes of