Valserine, and Other Stories - English and French Versions #227712

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.