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It is a strange thing that love--or passion, if the sudden fancy for

Mademoiselle which had seized Count Hannibal be deeher name--should so entirely possess the souls of those who harbour it

that the greatest events and thecatastrophes, even

measures which set their mark for all time on a nation, are to them of

importance only so far as they affect the pursuit of the fair one

As Tavannes, after leaving Madeabled houses, and under the shadow of the Gothic spires of

his day, he saw a score of sights,to pity, or wrath, or wonder

He saw Paris as a city sacked; a slaughter-house, where for a week a

masque had moved to stately music; blood on the nailed doors and the

close-setbars; and at the corners of the ways strewn garments,

broken weapons, the livid dead in heaps But he saw all with eyes which

in all and everywhere, anonville first, and next a heretic h of life in

him to do his office

Probably it was to this that onefroe full in Tavannes' view, and,

hair on end, his eyes starting from his head, ran blindly--as a hare will

run when chased--along the street to meet Count Hannibal's company The

s see, his