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ignorant not from his fault-debased, degraded from the “As you please,” said Fournier, “but here it is.” crimes of others.

Tarticolis leaned forward, and saw the negro in the act He clutched his kaife, and, more happy than he had of forcing, with a picklock, the padlock which secured the felt for years, listened.

seat of the carriage, in the inside of which, it appeared, "Who was this man who joined the Duke here ?” in the Duke had placed his valuables. The black, however, quired the soldier.

did not appear very ready at his trade of thief, and the How do I know?'' replied Fournier ; " I didn't lis- fastening remained good. ten. It's not my business to wait at table. Germain “Give me the crochet,muttered the other, impacould tell you."

tiently, "you are but a bụngler.Nigaud !” said the other, fiercely, “ but you say he The negro yielded his instrument readily, which the retired with the Duke?”

other seized, laying his pistol on the step of the carriage, “ He did,” continued the negro, without paying at- to have his hand free. In another minute the top of the tention to the other's tone.

seat was open. Manant, coupe-jarret,'

," * muttered the other, "you " Peste !cried the troop, joyously," but here is a might be a little more respectful.'

heavy load. You were right, Fournier, we shall scarcely “And call you by your name ?" said the other, with be able to carry it. Diantre, there must be two hundred low cunning.

thousand livres in silver, and a jewel box too. It is fas“No. But no more words," continued the soldier, tened, but no matter, we shall have time enough, anon." apparently recollecting his part; "who mixes in dirty work We must loose no time then now,'' said the negro, can scarce come out clean."

his eyes glistening. It was your own choice, Monsieur," sneered the Right,” replied the soldier, whose back was half other; "I should never have thought of it."

turned to the black, go, draw out the horses, they are There was a moment of fierce passion on the part of the ready saddled.” trooper, during which he drew forth one of his pistols, but The negro paused. The lanthorn was full upon his it was soon lowered, though he still kept it in his hand. face, and Jean Torticolis made ready to spring upon him,

“You are a rough customer," he laughed; "show the for he saw a horrid grin pass over the American's face, as way."

he calculated how well the whole would suit him. Jean The negro, or rather the half-cast, was one of these feared his prey might perish too easily. He did not wish hideous creatures who appear purposely chosen to give

him now to die so soon. But the thought of the black erime a repulsive aspect. His forehead was so low as to

was but momentary, and he moved away to the shed which

covered the horses. seem scarcely to exist ; his hair, half woolly and half silky, was thinly scattered over his dark brown pate; his nose

These are the jewels of the Countess Miranda,” was flat, his lips thick, with an expression of disgusting laughed the trooper ; “well, she must go to court without, appetite about them; while his heavy chin and goggle eyes,

unless we sell them to her again, which is to be thought

of." all surmounting a short thick body, inade him the very incarnation of ugliness. To this, on ordinary occasions,

The horses are ready,” muttered the black from the he added a look of inconceivable stupidity, which deceived

yard. the most adroit. Save, however, to serve his various

I come,” and taking up several canvass bags of silpassions, on no occasion was his intelligence active.

ver, the trooper passed within a foot of his mortal enemy.

“ Here are the valises," said the negro. This man, whose presence with the soldier, under such suspicious circumstances, had served to illumine the

“ Bring them inside," replied the soldier ; “ the horses

are trained and will not move." senses of Jean, led the way towards the coach-house.

The black did as he was directed. In his hand was a lanthorn which was very nearly betraying the presence of Torticolis, and would have done so to

“ This is mine," said the man in the cloak, pointing to any less abstracted in their designs. The crick-neck | the large portmanteau ; "you recollect our agreementtrembled like a leaf, for he knew his man, and he, disco- one-third for your part, which, with the passport I give vered there, would have served, he knew too well, to

you for England, will secure your fortune.” screen the true author of the crime, whatever it was,

I recollect our agreement,” answered the black, which was about to be perpetrated. He held his very

with a slight tone of savage irony,

“ Ruffian !” exclaimed the other fiercely, “ you risk breath, and by a superhuman effort repressed the shaking of his limbs. He had once already, innocent, stood upon your carcase for what will make you for life ; I risk life,

rank, position, a brilliant fortune, for what will scarce man's scaffold. * Is there as much as we expected," said the trooper,

carry me over my wedding.”

“ With La Grêve,' muttered Torticolis within himas they entered.

self.” “ More than we shall be able to carry,” replied the American, with a grin.

“ I quarrel not with my part,” said the negro. Torticolis' heart beat for joy. These men were in his

The next of their task was performed in silence. The

valises were crammed full. The jewel case of the Counpower. For the negro he cared not, except as a means of denouncing the other, and having him condemned.

tess Miranda the soldier placed in his pocket, along with

a small and well-secured box, the contents of which he “Not a livre shall be spared if our horses die,'' growled the other, who all along, from the habit of the evening,

was ignorant of. This done, they left the stable to put

on the horses' backs their heavy load. This was rapidly studied to disguise his voice.

accomplished, and then, having well secured them, they Clown, brigand.



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On the step of the carriage lay the soldier's pistol, “ The carriage seat is burst open," replied Germain, which, in the hurry of his crime, he had forgotten. in a trembling voice.

It was now dawn. The criminals, shunning the light, “ Have they then taken everything ?” inquired the hastened to unbar the door which opened into the road. nobleman, in a faltering tone. Profiting by this moment of inattention on their part, “ Everything, Monsieur le Duc,” said Germain, desJean Torticolis glided into the coach-house, seized the perately. neglected pistol, pressed it convulsively to his breast, Charles Clement, meanwhile, was obtaining from Torti. where he concealed it, and then with noiseless footsteps colis some account of the appearance of the thieves. mounted the ladder. Gaining the loft, the crick-neck for Duchesne, he had no idea upon the point save that rushed to the window, and leaning out, saw them about they ought to be hanged. to depart.

“What is the matter ?'' suddenly exclaimed the musiBon voyage!” he laughed, hideously. I hope your cal voice of the Countess Miranda, who, followed by load is light ?"

Adela, now appeared on the threshold of the public room. “ Malediction !" cried the soldier, seizing his remain- “ That my negligence, in not taking our valuables into ing pistol, and discharging it furiously at the crick-neck; my room, has dishonoured me,” replied the Duke, in a "away Fournier.”

tone of deep grief. “ I had charge of your jewels, and And giving spur to their horses, the robbers dashed the deeds of your Italian estates, and they have all been away in the direction of Paris.

stolen.” " Thieves ! murder !"' roared Jean Torticolis, whom “ You must buy me others, jewels are not rare in the ball had touched on the left shoulder. “Quick! | Paris, nor am I penniless ; as for my papers, you must thieves! murder."

win them back through Ducrosne," said the Countess, • Hang them !” said the Bourreau, sitting bolt up- laughing merrily. She was young, and could not grieve right.

the old man by showing the slightest regret. “ Come, Au feu !shrieked Dame Martin, who had been come, no shakes of the head, my lord ; but have you lost awoke by the pistol shot.

nothing yourself?" Jean, quick as thought, glided the pistol into his bun- “A trifle," answered the Duke, without flinching, dle, and then, without taking note of his wound, con- month's revenue. Fasten up the doors, and prepare tinued to bawl " au voleur ! au meurtre !"

breakfast, it is useless retiring to rest again.” In an instant the yard was filled with servants, while “ But I will mount and chase them,” exclaimed the ostler and Dame Martin hurried to examine the shed. Charles Clement, who stood resolutely out of sight, his " Where?" cried Germain.

costume being far from complete, “ give me two of your “Gone,'' bawled Dame Martin, “ without paying his servants.”

• It is useless, nephew," said the Duke ; " the rogues “ The carriage burst open !'' exclaimed the head valet, have a fair start. That scamp of a Fournier, he looked horror-struck.

like a cut-throat. By-the-way, dress that man's wound, “ The soldier gone !"' continued Dame Martin. Pierre, and give him a couple of ecus, if, indeed, the " And Fournier !" thundered Germain.

vagabonds have left us any." " Which way?”' asked one of the servants of Jean, he “ But who knows they are not accomplices," muttered having, his clothes all covered with blood, descended to Pierre, the barber-valet, pointing to Jean and Duchesne. join the domestics.

“ Search us,” replied Torticolis, coldly, while bis " What is the matter ?!' said the voice of the Duke, whole frame quivered. who, a sword in his hand, and followed by Charles Cle- “ Do nothing of the kind,”' exclaimed Charles Clement, ment, now entered the yard.

indignantly; “ I answer for these men.” The worthy old nobleman, in a dressing gown and night- Jean gave him a look of humble gratitude. He still cap, having taken not even time to don his velvet culotte, alone possessed the secret of the pistol. The servant would, under any other circumstances, and in the pre- drew back with an ill-suppressed growl. sence of any but his household, have excited much merri- “ Go finish dressing, ladies,' cried the Duke to his ment; but, as it was, a dead silence followed, all the daughter and the Countess; more, however, to get clear domestics making way for Jean.

passage for himself and Charles Clement, than because “ But you are bleeding,” said Charles, anxiously. the young beauties required their maids.

“It is nothing, monsieur,' replied Jean Torticolis, “ We go; come Rosa,” said the Countess, smothering a thankfully,

laugh. “ But what is the matter ?” inquired the Duke, petu

Hush, Miranda," whispered the blushing Adela, ently.

my father will be offended.” Jean, who, for his own private reasons, chose to conceal

“ But they did look so richly comic,” replied the that he knew all, quietly replied, that, awoke by a noise merry Countess, especially your cousin of the long in the yard, he saw two men, the reítre and the coach- robe.” man, on horseback, about to leave the inn. Judging Miranda,"

,” said Adela, reproachfully, for this was from the hour, their suspicious manner, and the heavy reminding her of his inferiority. portmanteaus they carried, that all was not right, he “ Tush! girl, I meant no harm," answered the other, challenged them, when the soldier fired his pistol and rode faintly blushing ; " I think better of him than you peroff.

haps imagine.” “ Examine the carriage,” said the Duke, who was “So much the better,” exclaimed Adela,c) still pouting, pale, but whose face was rigid,

for she had not

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friend. They had no mutual secrets-none. But we | dirty, with windows mended by paper, and tenanted by have all secret thoughts, which the breath of life has never old-clothes-men, the houses project into the middle of fanned, and could they be exceptions ?

the street on one side, being supported by huge square “What manner of man was this ?" inquired the Duke wooden pillars, black, begrimed, and soiled by the air of of Germain, who assisted him to dress, while Pierre bound ages. Their duration had not added to their respectup the wound of Torticolis.

ability ; like the noblesse, they were rotten at the core. The domestic described him minutely.

The pavement, at the time of which we speak, was broken Humph! a cut-throat thief enough. As soon as and disjointed ; while the front of the shops, where piles breakfast is over, put in the horses ; then ride ahead with- of old rags were displayed under the specious name of out waiting for us. When you reach Paris, give informa- second-hand clothes, exhibited all the hideous features tion to the lieutenant of the police. Tell M. Ducrosne which appertained to one of the old quarters of Paris, in that I will give fifty thousand livres for the Countess' those days of utter disregard in relation to the comforts of jewels, and as many for her papers.”

the poor, the indigent, the humble. Death, which in other It was the best plan. In those days the police served places is conquered by the power of life, stalked in Paris as go-betweens for thieves and their victims. The by the side of the new-born child, and for every babe that change has not been for the better.

came into the world, there perished one to make him In a few hours after, the whole party were on their place. Not a soul was added to the population, though road to Paris.

twenty thousand annually drew their first breath in the Charles Clement accompanied the Duke, his daughter, pestilent and crowded atmosphere of a metropolis, which and Miranda.

boasted so many splendid monuments of its ancient race Jean Torticolis followed on foot. After a brief collo- of kings, and not one to the benefactors of the people. * quy, in which, without mentioning names, he told his Horrible prisons, dark and gloomy quarters, narrow lanes, history, Charles Clement had engaged him as a servant. like slits in a wall, where no sun nor light ever penetrated; With the young republican, his chief recommendation was high-priced provisions, and high duties for all that entered his having been oppressed.

the city walls ; uncleansed gutters, unlightened streets ; The hangman accompanied his friend, not at all dis- everything which could brutalise both mind and body. pleased to return to Paris, that centre of civilization—that Such was the state of things in Paris when the storm soul of the world, as it is called over the water, where began to blow; all hurrying on the catastrophe, and furlived, and had their being, more knaves, rogues, and nishing ready, reckless, and blind tools for the selfish,

; but plain-spoken English has gone out with unprincipled, and bad men, who degraded and stained a Smollet and Fielding. We do not speak now, we in- revolution in its outburst-natural, hearty, wholesome sinuate.

and just.

In this street, and in a house which lay midway beCHAPTER IV.

tween the great and little Friperie, in a large room, almost bare of furniture, save a truckle-bed, a table, and a few

chairs, sat a man, deeply engaged in the luxurious emParis was seething, hissing, but not yet boiling. The ployment of drinking a carafe of brandy, and of smoking elections were over, and everywhere men of liberal

as black and ill-looking a pipe as could be found, even in tendencies had been returned by the Tiers-Etats. The that unwholesome establishment. If the walls of the world was now anxiously inquiring what it would do

room were dingy and repellent, with their plaster falling this assembly of the nation's representatives. There was inwards—if the ceiling was clouded, the floor absolutey want, there was misery, thero was oppression, there were filthy—the whole was in excellent keeping with the occugrinding and opprobrious laws—if legality can thus be pant of the chamber. Not more than forty, there was insulted. There was incredulity on the one hand, bigotry yet in his puffed red cheeks, carrotty hair, bald crown, on the other ; there was hope in the people's heart, selfish- and unwashed visage-in his keen grey eyes, thin hands, ness in the middle classes, hate in the upper ranks. and paunchy shape—in his shabby black hat, and coarse Already the rotten fabric of aristocracy trembled, for the shoes-in his unshaven chin-a sublime whole, which spoke light of truth was breaking in upon it. Too long had

an age of crime or misfortune, or both. Those comone favoured portion of the nation been masters—the turn pressed lips and dilated nostrils, with eye fixed hardly or of others now, and they knew it. But they met not the fiercely on the ceiling, showed that he was contemplating revolution boldly, and seizing the helm guided it, they ran

some object of deep interest. Whatever it was, howaway, or conspired in holes and corners. The emigration ever, it did not abate the perseverance with which he sent of the great, of the rich, such is the secret of subsequent forth clouds of tobacco smoke, in the examination of anarchy. The chivalrous French nobility struck their which, as they rose upwards to the sky, he might, by a colours and fled.

casual spectator, have been supposed engaged. At no great distance from the Palais-Royal, and lead

Suddenly the faint tinkle of a bell was heard, once, ing from the Rue St. Honore to the Fromagerie, is a and then a heavy tread was distinguished on the stairs. street known by the name of the Tonnelerie, which be

The man continued to smoke as impassably as if he had longs to it ever since the year 1300, when Guillot in his not heard anything. “ Dits des Rues de Paris” says“ Droit et avant sui ma trace

* For several years before the revolution there were Jusques en la Tonnelerie."

20,000 annual births and deaths, 7,000 of the births illeIn this locality, where, at No. 3, in 1640, was born gitimate. In 1794, the deaths had decreased to 17,000,

while marriage had increased, and the number of illegitiMoliere, we must now transport ourselves. Antiquated, mate childreu had diminished to 3,000.


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“ M. Brown,” said a voice through a small loophole in equally well'; then, why does he not without the Statesthe door.

General ? But that is not the question. Your master " Come in," still without moving.

loves Adela de Ravilliere?'' The man entered, and stood almost meekly before the “I believe so." dirty personage, whom he addressed by the name of " And she loves him," added Brown. Brown. In a plain suit of grey, with clean hands, clean “I believe so," again dryly observed Jean. face, clean shoes, he looked a marked contrast to the “ To complete the romance, there is an impediment," smoker, but not less with himself a few days previously, chuckled the spy. for under the garb of a sober domestic were the little An impediment ?” cried Jean, anxiously—he already piercing eyes and the crick-neck of Torticolis.

lored his master. “ Take a pipe and a seat," said the other, without "A serious impediment, one which cannot be got moving.

over," added Brown. Torticolis looked irresolute and half indignant.

The bell tinkled again ; this time sharply. “ Paul,” exclaimed M. Brown, quietly, "you did not “Ah!" exclaimed the spy, jumping to his feet, and hear me. Take a pipe and a seat."

laying down his pipe. The crick-neck started as if he had secn the gallows of “Shall I go?” inquired Torticolis, rising. the Grève before him, but he did as ordered.

'By no means,'' cried M. Brown, “but enter here, “ You have been warmly recommended to me,” said and remain still until I call you. You will find a bottle the man, taking up a paper from the table before him, but of brandy, drink it." still continuing to smoke.

With these words Torticolis was pushed through what “Hum,'' half growled the other.

seemed a cupboard, but which was in reality a door into “By my worthy, by our mutual friend, Duchesne," another apartment. continued Brown, eyeing the other with a horrid leer,

For an instant the crick-neok remained perfectly lost in which made him shudder. “For what purpose ?" said Torticolis, almost impa- bed-room, that appeared to belong rather to some Madame

astonishment. He was in a chamber, half boudoir, half tiently.

Dubarry than to the dirty police spy. In an alcove was Your name is now ?" added his questioner, prepar

a bed elegantly and tastefully laid out, while mirrors, ing to write his reply.

sofas, velvet chairs, the unheard-of luxury of a carpet, " Jean Torticolis is my name," he answered briefly.

little knick-knackeries more suited to a woman than a “ You are in the service of_" “ Monsieur Charles Clement. But why these questo deaden the light, all added to the puzzled senses of Jean.

man, a magnificent clock of Sevre China, with curtains tions ?

On a chair was a complete suit of clothes, of the most “Monsieur Torticolis,” replied the other, “I am the irreproachable character, which appeared to be those of secret agent of his majesty's police." “Oh!" said the domestic curiously, and with another suited to peer or peasant, but all of one size—that of M.

M. Brown. On pegs hung a number of suits of all kinds, aint shudder,

Brown. And your friend," continued the other. « Ah.''

On a table in the middle of the room were the remains You wish to recover your wife ?»threw out the of a supper, at which two persons had been present, but other (M. Brown) carelessly.

not a sign was there of the second personage. Numerous “Man or devil !” cried Torticolis, with an indescrib- untouched bottles were on the sideboard, and to these able look, "how know you all this?"

Jean was advancing, when he suddenly paused as if a ser " And to be revenged on a certain aristocrat," said M. pent had stung him. Brown, rubbing his hands.

“Monsieur Brown ! Monsieur Brown !" said a voice, “ You are right," replied Torti, sombrely; " show me

which made the crick-neck's heart leap. him, and I am your slave."

It was that of the trooper of the Dernier Sou. "Ah! I thought we should understand ono another,

" Your servant, Count," replied the spy. and I am quite willing to assist you, if you satisfy me."

" It is he ; but Count, that is surely a mistake," mut“ I will do my best," said Torticolis, whose face was tered Jean, who, the wine now quite forgotten, was listenradiant with hope, for he hated and revenge was at hand. ing with all his ears through the door. “Your master has inherited a portion hitherto unjustly

“Well,” continued the new arrival, throwing himself withheld from him by his mother's relations."

on a chair,“ “I believe so."

“ Plenty," replied the other, " the Court is allowing “ His uncle, the Duke, fascinated by his talents and the people to get a-head." manner, aims even at giving him, through the king's let

“I know it, and this must be stopped.” ters patent, the right to inherit his title."

" There is only one means," said the spy, coldly, "and "I have heard it whispered.”

I doubt your using it." “ It remains to be seen," said Brown, peering at the

“What is it ?" inquired the other. ceiling, “if the king can do this.”

" Win over the middle classes," replied Brown. “ The king can do anything,” replied Jean Torticolis,

“ Willingly, but how?” asked the soldier. who recollected that the monarch was called "La France's “Concede some of your privileges, join with them by his courtiers.

heartily on the meeting of the States, divide the tasez “ Can he ?” continued Brown, who was French born, fairly, let the nobles bear their part, the clergue theirs." though of English parents, and who spoke both languages "I grant you the church," said the other, "Cobaving no

any news?"

interest in that venerable establishment, but for the rest, “ You would be no longer useful ?” continued the imimpossible."

passable policeman. "I know it; you have held too long your place to give “ Then my utility alone saves me !" said the Count, up willingly," said the spy, with an expression of face im- furiously. possible to be rendered or understood ; "you have held it * And your generosity,'' smiled the spy. too long."

Well, never mind, I will wait; a greater reward will "But what then?”' inquired the soldier.

be offered, perhaps.” You must frighten the middle classes, you must se- “ Perhaps,” said Brown. parate them from the people."

Torticolis breathed more freely--the proofs of guilt " Whom call you the people ?" said the puzzled trooper. were still in his enemy's hands.

“ The labouring classes, the porters, the hawkers, the “ The Abbé Roy, I think you said,” observed the spy, little tradespeople, the beggars, the unemployed, all who consulting a register. work without employing others."

“I observed so," replied the soldier, who was devour" And you think this canaille worth troubling our ing his rage at not being able to chastise the insolence of heads about.”

the policeman. “ This canaille," said the spy, with lowering eye, “is “A notorious intriguer and rogue," continued Brown, hungry."

with perfect sang-froid. "Let them eat,” sneered the soldier.

Again the bell tinkled, this time with greater violence “ To eat they must have wages-to have wages they even than before. must have work—to have work, there must be trade, com- “ Our company,” said the trooper, carelessly, and merce, credit--to have trade, commerce, credit, there must seating himself, for hitherto ho had been standing. be a steady government; now we have none of all this." "I am your most humble servant," exclaimed M. “ You are a politician?” said the soldier.

Brown, as two men entered, the one in the rich costume “I am a police spy, and know everything,'' replied the of the Colonel of the Royal-Allemands, the other in the other, with perfect self-confidence. “Now this people garb of a priest. have their writers, their talkers, their plotters; and if the "Well met, Count," said the Prince; “ have you come Etats-Generaux don't please them, and give them work to an understanding.” and food, they will act."

Not at all, replied the soldier, “ I leave that for you." “We must fill Paris with troops."

De Lambesc bit his lip, and took a chair, in which he “ You must have the consent and good-will of the mid- was imitated by the Abbé. dle classes."

“ But what progress have you made ?" inquired the “And how, pestiferous talker, can this be gained ?" Colonel. • Frighten them, and they will consent to anything." The soldier explained what had passed upon the point.

“Well," said the trooper, "of all this anon. The Abbé “ But what does this canaille want ?'' said the poor Roy and the Prince de Lambesc will be here presently, Prince, really puzzled; for what could such people posincognito, to confer with us. The Court is alarmed." sibly desire ? “ The king ?" inquired Brown, raising his head.

• They want equality of rights," replied the spy. “ Bah! his majesty sticks to his blacksmith's shop, " Peste ! nothing more?" laughed the Colonel ; "and and comes out upon state occasions."

if we don't agree to so reasonable a wish ?" “ You mean the Austrian, then, Monsieur, and the " There is talk-not loudly, but in corners as yet-of Count D'Artois ?"

à republic.” “ They are the rulers."

“ And what is that?" inquired the dragoon, elevating They are,” replied the spy, dryly; “the more is the his eyebrows, and using his tooth-pick-he had just dined pity."

in the Falais-Royal. As for that, it is none of my business; and now that " I refer you to the Abbé, Monsieur le Prince," said I have sounded you, let us talk on my affairs, ere they the spy, with a reverence. come."

“ An atrocious system, which Montesquier, Voltaire, “I am ready, Count," said Brown.

Rousseau, and that gang, have devised,'' replied the Torticolis listened, his ear against the door ; what priest, with an expression of horror, “ in which there is a would he not have given to have seen.

government without king or aristocracy." “Well, and what says Duerosne ?” inquired the soldier. “ The devil!” cried De Lambesc ; “but in France

“ That you can have thirty thousand livres for the this is absurd ; a monarchy of fifteen centuries, a powerdiamonds, and the same sum for the papers.”

ful nobility, a-aSapristie! the lieutenant is generous. Nothing · Nothing else, Monsieur le Prince," said the spy, less than a hundred thousand for the two will satisfy me." smiling; "the tradespeople, the merchants, the middle

“ That is exactly what he gets,” replied the spy, dryly. classes, all save the petite noblesse of the robe, are against

" And he thinks to pocket forty thousand. I will treat you.” with them myself.”

“ So it is said at court,” exclaimed the prince, haugh“ There is a slight objection to it,' quietly answered tily; "but we have the army, and this herd of the middle Brown.

classes must see that they, too, would suffer from the " What?” inquired the Count, haughtily.

reign of the mob." The Châtelet,” said the spy, looking at his empty More than they do now?” ventured the spy. fire-place.

“And what do they want ?'' said the dragoon, impaYou would betray me ?"


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