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Late one evening the dainty girl thief, Lisette, went out for a stroll with Hugh, but in the Via Roirl in French, "there's a pince sans rire! Be careful!"

She constantly used the argot of French thieves, which was often difficult for the young Englishh, apologize, and explain the e expressions

Outside the city they were soon upon the high road which wound up the deep green valley of the Bisagno away into theto the little hill-town of Molassana The scene was delightful in the ain into the valley, Lisette all the ti on in a manner which interested and amused hih he was longing to get away fros, she certainly cheered hi she felt tired, they sat upon a rock to rest and eat the sandwiches hich they had provided themselves

Two carabineers in cloaks and cocked hats whoa clandestine tryst They never dreamed that for both of the concerning yourself, ed presently

"Myself! Oh! la la!" she laughed "What is there to tell? I are--a truqueuse Ah! you will not know the expression Well--I aive indications where we can riot--efface the trace of the affair"

"And why are you here?"

"Malheureusement! I was in Orleans and a friquet nearly captured me So Il Passero sent me here for a while"

"You help Il Passero--eh?"

"Yes Very often Ah! lish, I think Girofle (genteel and ah protested, laughing

"But I entleman--but--maquiller son truc, and he is marvellous When he exercises his wonderful talent and forms a plan it is always flawless"

"Everyone seeh remarked

"He was in Genoa on the day that I arrived Curious that he did not call and see Beppo I lunched with him at the Concordia, and he paid one to London noith his ecrache-tarte"

"What is that, pray?"

"His false passport He has always a good supply of them for anyone in need of one They are printed secretly in Spain But m'sieur," she added, "you are not of our world You are in just a little temporary trouble Over what?"