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he cared for her I could see by his eyes that he
was not afraid of her. He seemed strangely
indifferent to everybody and everything.
Gradually I became more and more uneasy about him
and more dissatisfied with his foster mother.
The boy had got back that frightened look in his
eyes, and it was evident that Joséphine was
neglecting him more and more. I had several
rows with her, it generally ended by her saying
angrily that if I was not satisfied I had better
take him away, she had had more than enough of
him. I well understood the reason, she was to
become a mother herself. It got much worse
after the birth of her own child, I told her at last
that I was determined to take the boy away as
soon as I had found the right place for him.
Warned by experience I was determined there
should be no more mistakes about him.
A couple of days later in coming home for my
consultation I heard as I opened the front door
the angry voice of a woman resounding from my
waiting-room. The room was full of people
waiting with their usual patience to see me.
John sat huddled up in the corner of the sofa next
to the wife of the English parson. In the middle
of the room stood Joséphine talking at the top of
her voice and gesticulating wildly. As soon as she
saw me in the doorway she rushed to the sofa,
took hold of John and literally threw him at me,
I had barely time to catch him in my arms.
“Of course I’m not good enough to look after
a young gentleman like you, Master John!”
shouted Joséphine, “you’d better stay with the
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