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"Then you will not go?" with a jeer

"At your command? No!" the priest shrieked with passion "His Majesty

knohether I serve hi his foot in a fury, "that you all serve

me when it pleases you! That you are all sticks of the saot, wood

of the saards in

mine! You kill to-day and you'll lay it to me to-morrow! Ay, you will!

you will!" he repeated frantically, and drove home the asseveration with

a fearful oath "The dead are as good servants as you! Foucauld was

better! Foucauld? Foucauld? Ah, my God!"

And abruptly in presence of them all, with the sacred name, which he so

often defiled, on his lips, Charles turned, and covering his face burst

into childish weeping; while a great silence fell on all--on Bussy with

the blood of his cousin Resnel on his point, on Fervacques, the betrayer

of his friend, on Chicot, the slayer of his rival, on Cocconnas the

cruel--on hter, and on the

sha -stone, and, to attain their ends and gain their purposes,

trampled his dull soul in blood and rew in eyes that a moment

before were bold; cheeks turned pale that a ed as rapidly as this, if so little dependence could be placed

on his ht it not