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Without another word he turned to
the carriage: followed by Beauregard,
he entered 1t, delivered up his sword.
ana the coachman. whipping up his
horses, they started.
Partly stunned by the blow that had
fallen on him. De Lussac for some time
did not even glance through the win
dows to see what direction they were
taking.
BY his in%discretion in returning to
Paris he had lost h game. he had sac
rificed Barthelmy and Contains, he had
sacrificed, most propably. his own life
and the O which had suddenly come
to him, making life a thing to be de.
sired. Monsieur de Richelieu would
undoVSotedly. before the morrow, find
with, and would fix. rightly, the blame
on him. All hope of help from that
quarter vas gone.
But all these considerations were
eclipsed by the thought of how near
he a been to success, and how far
he had flung success away by his weak
ness.
The paper had been in his hands;
1T was there for the taking. Had he
only waited! But sure of being able
10 see the woman he loved and to re-
turn before the due had finished his
work with Raffe, he had gone off and
left Fortune unattended. Fortune does
not take insults like these without re-
senting them.
So he argued, utterly unknowing
himself. or the fac that the handspring
OF he motive that had driven him to
Paris was less Madame Linden than
de deep unrest. the nerve strain that
made movement Imperative; made 1t
absolutely necessary tina he should
ieave the house of De Richelieu, where,
Tor the time being nothing could be
done. ~
Then. with an effort, he shook of this
paralysis of mind which had seized him
and ice through the window Of the
coach.
They were in the Rue st. Honore
passing ASSN eastward. that is to say In the
direction OF the Rue ST. Antoine and
the Bastile. The carriage. leaving the
Rue st; Honore. passed down a street
parallel to the Rue des Halles, entered
the Rue st. Antoine, and pursued its
eastward course. De Lussac. though
burning with the question that was in
his mind, remained dumb. He was
afraid to ask their destination lest his
voice SHOULD betray his emotion. That
the Bastile would prove the end OF their
journey he fslt certain.
l. More certain still was he when
t An passed the church OF Petit st.
tame ST Catherine and the Rue Rean-
srellls. AS they passed the Hotel de
Mayenne. De Lussac, pressing his face
to the window and glancfng inward.
saw, cutting the sky, a tower gray with
&C. and touched by the last rays Of
.ne setllhg sun. 1t was the northern
mos tower of La Bastile.
a a minute later the carriage
stopped, and De Lussac heard the voice
o1 the coachman answering the chal-
n OF the sentry. They had reach
ed the draw bridge giving entrance to
the court yard OF the fortress.
| Where the Rro 81 Artoi~o "a A..
outer englrdling wall OF the Bastile It
narrowed, skirted the wall. n gave
exit from Paris by the Port st. An
tome, an arch gateway with three gates
opening on the Rue de la Contrescarpe.
immense, gloomy, gray. facing the west
with four towers, facing the east with
Iour towers. fronting Paris like an
eternal menace, backed b. the Fosse de
LArsenal, the Rue de la Contrescarpe,
the wood yards and fields leading to
sne Hotel des Mousquetaires Noirs, the
fortress of the Bastile stood. at once
a stronghold n a symbol.
La Force was as gloomy, Vincennes
as strong. In the ancient chatelet men
mad been far more b~arbarously used
IMAM In the Bastile. That may be, but
the Bastile 1T was that rode the Inn
ag1natfon of the people; on that burn
ing July day when the fever Of the
revolution rose to a crisis it was the
Bastile that the people attacked. It
was the concretion in stone of ali the
evii of all the kings Of France. and
their monument. The very marlxaf
porters felt this.
De Lussac, an imaginative man.
shared the feeling OF the people, and
as the carriage rumbled across the
drawbridge. 1t seemed to him that in
the growl of the wheels he heard the
voice of the Bastile, ventral, deep, fatal
to hope, Indifferent as the voice Of a
jailer.
Sol! another prisoner; pass him on
They passed through a courtyard.
and were again checked by sentries.
De Lussac could hear their harsh
voices as they challenged. and the
coachman's reply as he showed his
permit, and drove on through a gate
way n across another courtyard to q
doorway.
This doorway. the main entrance for
prisoners. possessed a door iron-stud-
ded and a foot thick. It stood half
open, and guarded by sentries who
were already apprised Of the entrance
of the carriage, and as Beauregard de-
scended and gave his arm to, his pris-
oner the sentries presented arms, and
from somewhere in the deep recesses
of the fortress came h hoarse clang-
ing of a bell.
It was the bell that announced to
turnkeys and sentries the arrival Of a
prisoner. At its sound all corridors
would be cleared, prisoners returning
from exercise would be hurried along
to their cells. the governor would be
summoned, and the clerk who had to
deal with h ook Of the prison. De
Lussac, following Monsieur Beauregard
and Followed by a sentry, passed along
a stone corridor to a DOR barred, holt
ed and studded With a heads each as
big as a child's fist. A turnkey, who
had already emoved the bars and sid
the bolts, opened the door. and, as they
passed through. it closed behind them.