"Me*rd*es - toi, pu*tain. Saligaud! Scé*lérat, si tu m'muertes ..."*

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Adapted free - freewheelingly from this British 1968 source:

Heron Carvic's Picture Miss Seeton: A Miss Seeton Mystery. Curley Publishing, Inc., South Yarmouth, Ma. 1968.

The London production of the Opera Carmen is over, and it's a dark, dark night...

"Where was she now?

"If she turned right here -- gracious, how dark this alleyway looked.

"Should people park their cars all down one side?

"With their wheels on the pavement too?

" -- it should take her towards Tottenham Court Road.

"Or she might even catch her bus in Charing Cross Road.

"This walk was a good idea.

"Miss Seeton prepared to hurry by a couple pressed into an adjacent doorway, when the girl spat:

"Mer*des - toi, pu*tain. Saliguad! Scé*lérat, si tu m'muertes ....

"She ended on a gasp as the boy's arm drove into her side.

"Oh, no.

"Really.

"Miss Seeton stopped.

"Even supposing the girl had been rude -- and it certainly sounded so -- that was no excuse.

"A gentleman did not hit ...

"She prodded him in the back with her umbrella.

"Young man ....

"He whirled and leaped.

"Deflected by the umbrella, he landed beside the prostate Miss Seeton.

"Grabbing her by the coat, he jerked her towards him.

"A blaze of light froze him as the headlights of a car farther down the alley were switched on and an engine started.

"[T]he boy jumped to his feet and ran.

"A car door slammed.

"A man's voice called.

"The thwack of running footsteps....."

"Are you all right, madam?

"What happened.....?"

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