Valserine, and Other Stories

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The gendarme got tired of calling. He shook the door again, and then put his face close up to the window pane trying to look into the inside of the house. Valserine went up to the window at once. She had recognized him as one of the gens darmes from the village of Sept moncel, the one who had such a pretty little daughter with Whom She had played sometimes.