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The movements of the wouttered out The three which still burned, contending pallidly with the

daylight that each er, i sustained The disordered board, the wan faces of the

servants cowering in their corner, Mademoiselle's frozen look of misery,

all increased the likeness; which a cothened

that when Tavannes turned from the , and, flushed with his triuour, and he the only man in

the company True, beneath the exhaustion, beneath the collapse of his

victims, there burned passions, hatreds, repulsions, as fierce as the

hidden fires of the volcano; but for the ti the discharged pistols on the table "If yonder raven speak

truth," he said, "I am like to pay dearly for my wife, and have short

time to call her wife The more need, Made, 'Short signing, long seisin'? Shall

it be nonville started forward "She pro!" he cried And

he struck his hand on the table

Count Hannibal s "That," he replied, "is for

Mademoiselle to say"

"But if she says it? If she says it, Monsieur? What then?"

Tavannes drew forth a comfit-box, such as it was the fashion of the day

to carry, as men of a later time carried a snuff-box He slowly chose a

prune

"If she says it?" he answered "Then M de Tignonville has regained his

sweetheart And M de Tavannes has lost his bride"

"You say so?"

"Yes But--"