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"'Tis not the bell!" he cried, seizing her hand as if to focus her

attention "It is theWe have but to

stand a moment at this open e have but to show ourselves to

theer! Mademoiselle! Clotilde!--if you mean

what you say, if you are in earnest, the way is open!"

"And we shall die--together!"

"Yes, together But have you the courage?"

"The courage?" she cried, a brave s the whiteness of her

face "The courage were needed to live The courage were needed to do

that I am ready, quite ready It can be no sin! To live with that in

front of otten her

people, her promise, all! It seemed to her that death would absolve her

from all "Come!"

He moved with her under the iThe murrown to a roar of voices Thethe Rue St Honore, was nearing the house He stood, his ar her, and they waited, a little within theSuddenly he

stooped, his face hardly less white than hers: their eyes met; he would

have kissed her

She did not withdraw from his arm, but she drew back her face, her eyes

half shut

"No!" she ether,

Tignonville! We die together It will not last long, will it? And

afterwards--"

She did not finish the sentence, but her lips moved in prayer, and over

her features came a far-away look; such a look as that which on the face

of another Huguenot lady, Philippa de Luns--vilely done to death in the

Place Maubert fourteen years before--silenced the ribald jests of the