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He stopped, his white face buried in his hands, his slender for I remained motionless With an effort he resu-place, intoxicated by ratitude Instead she laughed, tore from her face the mask of innocence, called me fool, boasted that she had merely used me for her own vile purposes I shrank away, horrified byher, ed; I cared for nothing except to get away froht of God I felt no interest in what became of her; I neither smiled nor wept, when, three days later, she e All was over; the fire within me had become ashes"

"But the woman? this Marie Fousard?"

"She went her way, the broad road leading to destruction We er to tell such things A year, and the prefect was dead of poison, but, before the gendar much property One D'Anse was her paramour, a sub-lieutenant of hussars 'T is all I know; they took ship together at Marseilles Mother of Mercy! wherever she lives it will be under the spell of the Evil One To ht peace, but for such as she there can be no peace; she hath been da we sat there hts on past years The father ran the beads swiftly through his white fingers, his lipsnoiselessly; but I found no such help, no such consolation in le His story was forever ended;home to me anew the desperate burden Oh, Eloise! Eloise! what of fate awaited us in the co to you life and liberty? It is one thing to rush headlong into danger; a vastly different one to sit awaiting disaster which it is i, beca to et back inside Before we are aware it will be night, and we must learn first if there is any chance for escape We can dreae! the present holds sufficient work for us to do"

I bore hie priest, testing again on him the efficacy of prayer, while Cairnes and I fared forth to explore We sought long and painfully, trying the walls for so through narrow crevices The effort was useless, except to convince us that the cavern had but the single entrance All we discovered was an assortment of odd weapons, war-clubs and stone-tipped spears, collected in one corner of the gallery Everywhere else were bare walls Feeling like rats in a trap we dragged tired li hope a possible escape down the rocks under the early shadows of the night This ranted us, and if the good Lord guided It was a hope, a cheer to the spirits of the others, yet in, my own heart I counted little upon it