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"But, Monsieur," began Jean, a few moments later, as he entered from

the alley door

"Eh bien? What then, Jean?" I de

Helena toward the door

"This! This!" And he waved in my face a copy of the same paper which

had lain on our table "The streets are full of it And I see, I

behold--I recognize! It is Mademoiselle--that is to be Madame!"

My face flushed hotly "As I hope, Jean" That was all I said "Now,

please, out of our way Is the taxi there?"

He stepped aside I heard his voice, eager, apologetic, but knew that

now no tiue sounds of voices came to us from the

main room of the café, ordinarily so quiet I felt, rather than knew,

that soon the neould be about town The throb of the taxi was

music to ," said I to the driver, as I closed the door "Slip

K, on the river-front, below the warehouses Stop at the car tracks

where they turn And go fast--I "

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