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3 with my dresses and hats; the
dresses will remain downstairs ready
to be taken to the carriage. but the
boxes containing h hats mus be
brought up here. l wish to examine
them zen snow Monsieur benrens up
Yes. madame"
Mon Dieu!" lnurmured the baron
ess. How shall I ever find room for
all those hat boxes in the carriage?
They will have to go inside. The rest
OF the luggage can go on top"
Eyes, madame"
THAT will do. then"
Rosine left the room. and Madame
Linden sat down on a sofa, folded her
hands. and fell into meditation. Direct
ly De Sartines arrived she would re-
quire him to order the release Of the
comte. dispatch. a messenger to the
bastile and have him brought directly
to the Rue Cog Heron. After that she
would use Monsieur de Sartines as
he had use her, and worse; she would
play with him as q cat plays with a
mouse; she would bring him to the
edge of that bottomless pit. Dc Maui
PEG, and let him look in: then she
would let him go-perhaps.
She was not sure of herself yet, or
whether the mans ruin or abasement
would please her most. While thinking
these thoughts a chilly idea suddenly
crossed ner mlnO.
Was it possible for De Sartines to or
der h release OF DE Lussac? Had an
order of release, like an order of I'M
prisonment, to be signed by the king?
II this were so, the harmony of her
plan would be spoiled; she would have
to a till the morrow for the comte's
release.
She was considering this point when
n sound Of h bell below made her
start. She listened. Steps sounded on
n stairs, leaving h drawing-rOOm,
she entered the boudoir.
Scarcely had she done SO when the
door of the .boudoir opened Ind h
found herself face to face with De Lus-
sac
De Lyssac, when he left the house of
Jean jacques Rousseau, found that the
evening was much lighter than he ex-
pected. Rousseau's house with, its mar
row dusty windows nj atmosphere of.
age and gloom was almost in darkness,
but the Rue Plastriere was fully light
rowed from the philosopher, he hired
aspassing cabrtolet which SCI. him down
at the corner of the Rue Peysette.
He had now no fear of compromising
n woman he loved by going to her
house, knowing as he did the Weapon
she held against his enemies.
For q second they stood, he at the
door. h in the middle of the room. as
IL doubling each others existence; the
next, she was in his arms.
You are free!"
II am free. mordieu: yes, I am free"
He led her to a couch. Free. unless
they catch me again. They arrested
and I broke out Of the Bastile today
disguised as my kinsman, De Richelieu.
But before I tell of myself, tell me of
what you have done. All, I know! L
have heard of your devotion, but tell
me Of it with your own lips. You have
the document"
She laughed. Eyes. n a frightful
price I had to pay for It,"
you"
elieu."
You are forgiven, laughed De Las
q {.
II let him embrace me-"
You a r forgiven
IT promised him."
tsWhat?" :
Never mind"
but tell me-"
"Tell me first, my friend, your adj
ventures; mine are the adventures Of
q woman whose only weapons were a
kiss and q promise. scarcely worth re-
counting. Tell me-"
He told her briefly but graphically;
told her OF the prison he had escaped
from and Its horrors: OF De Richelieu,
whom he had left half strangled on
the bed; Of Beauregard, whom he had
LETT half dead In the wood-yard: Of the
agent of police whom he had felIad,
the carriage he had stolen, and Of
Rousseau. with whom he had sought
shelter.
Like Rousseau, as she listened she
could scarcely believe that the elegant
De Lassac. this poet and dreamer, was
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$50 said she when he had finished,
you are still pursued?"
De Lussac laughed. my faith,
Yes. Not that / care now that, thanks
TO you, We have De sartines In our
my .friend.' said she, TIM the game
~ finished one never knows the end.
lng. Should Do Saftines free himself
tby some master-stroke, . would be
lost and In worse position than be-
lore becAuee your treatment OF tho
Due De Richelieu would be held
aeainst you; and should Monsieur
Beauregald die, which God forbid. they
ment for his,
ATTEND 4 me. When I start fol
V1enna tonight you must accompany
me on the box-eeat OF my carriage
AonaieurS 0prge1, my landlord. from
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