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CHAPTER v1-continued.

ILeTS is one LnlnS, Salu ne. IlllS
visit must be private; no n must
know that 1 have made it. I refuse to
be implicated further in this affair. TO
have it said that Monsieur de Richelieu
visited his kinsman in the bastlle; TO
have it said that
Set your mind at rest replied De
sartines. Il viii give you an order,
armed with which you will be admitted
without question, or examination; you
can manage with the brim of your hat
and you cloak held to your eyes that
no n will see your face. You con-
sent?"
Ma fall" replied Richelieu, yes. But
one thing troubles me-"
"Wha is that?"
D Maupeou's arrival here today.
He is your enemy"
"He Is"
well, he came to speak to me about
some law business. THAI was only a
p%retext; he had nothing important to
say. Besides all Paris thinks hat 1
woman sent him a secret hint to come
here, that he would see something that
would interest him"
Possibly"
"She has invited him to her house
this evening, comte; this means mis-
chief. and if 1 were you, / should"
"Yes?'
Ddy ASl u lIlpI1SOl AlSl.
De Sartines made no reply. He could
not explain that he had attempted to
buy her n that Imprisonment was
totally out of the question.
CHAPTER VII
THE SPIRIT OF THE BAsTILE.
De Lussac, after that glance which
showed him the battlemented wall and
h silhouette Of the passing sentry,
rot f~@L @ u H. f-~~ l,,-.-I r. IL
hands. One might be tempted to say
that despair does not exist except in a
mind diseased, unless perhaps as a
passing phase, as now in the case Of
De Lussac. De Lussac for a moment
felt and measured despair. For a mo-
ment only, and then his mind returned
to him.
What brought him back to balance
was chiefly the thought hat his posi-
ton was OF his own making, and that
there was a certain justice in his i'm
prisonment. He had matched himself
against society as represented by De
Sartines, n the am had gone
against him. 1t was useless to pule
and complaint; it was unmanly. Then
youth, that giant came to his assist
ance. Courage" said youth; "the
game is not los yet. Men have escaped
from prisons worse than this. A hun
dred things may happen. Be prepared"
He rose to his feet and paced the
floor of his cell. The light was now
SO dim that he could scarcely distin-
guish the table, the chair, and the bed;
but he did not think of this. Prison
less, his mind was wandering far and
wide like a bird seeking a resting
place, ON point Of hope.
He Remembered, now, that Madame
Linden was in full possession of the
facts of his case; though she knew
| nnfhjnp nf hfc IN, rricony oan% che 1,,,ar,
of his danger; She was in possession
Of De Sartines' secret and she would
certainly use that knowledge to help
him-only, perhaps, to bring about her
own ruin!
This thought made him forget all
If she We're to fall into the trap, be-
come entangled in the wheels Of this
inferanal machine that held him. And
he would never know. If his imprison-
ment We're to last till his death, he
would never know.
Maddened by this thought, he broke
out, scursing himself, cursing De F1eury.
the men he had sought to rescue, De
Sartines and the world. Then he be-
came calm again; his mind refused to
dwell on SO frightful an idea. He
would escape; other men had escaped
from prisons worse than this.
He began to form plans wild enough
anu seHseieSS ne WOulO QrlDe
the turnkey. forgetting that to leave
the basttle he would have to pass the
guard at the main door, the guard at
the inner gate. and the guard at the
drawbridge. He would break the bars
OF the window and lower himself by
means OF his sheets torn up and twisted
into ropes. forgetting that It he sue
ceeded he would find himself In the
inner courtyard. hopeless to eacape
from as the tomb.
Engaged In these thoughts, he wa