it by that which the soldier was smoking. They then went on, talking. After talking for a little time of indifferent matters the gendarme said:
“Man, friend, I sympathize with you and it pains me that you are going to jail.”
“There is no alternative, friend! Some day I will be out. Anyway the jail does not eat people.”
“Good; but it is always atrocious to be a prisoner, and God knows for how long. Why not escape. I will dissemble and you will run. I will fire into the air and you race along into the country and no one can find you.”
“I am afraid they will shoot me.”
“Don’t be afraid; I will help you.”
The unfortunate man fell into the snare.
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