and
strongest
you have;
I don’t
mind what
it costs.”
☆、正文 SIMON’S PAPA
NOON had
just
struck.
The
school-door
opened and
the
youngsters
streamed
out
tumbling
over one
another in
their
haste to
get out
quickly.
But
instead of
promptly
dispersing
and going
home to
dinner as
was their
daily
won’t,
they
stopped a
few paces
off, broke
up into
knots and
set to
whispering.
The fact
was that
that
morning
Simon, the
son of La
Blanchotte,
had, for
