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filled the room

"You are satisfied, M La Tribe?"

"I do not--"

"Man!" With a growl as of a tiger, Count Hannibal dropped the mask In

two strides he was at the ripped his shoulder;

his face, flushed with passion, glared into his "Will you play with

lives?" he hissed "If you do not value your own, have you no thought of

others? Of these? Look and count! Have you no bowels? If she will

save them, will not you?"

"My own I do not value"

"Curse your own!" Tavannes cried in furious scorn And he shook the

other to and fro "Who thought of your life? Will you dooive them to the butcher?"

"My lord," La Tribe answered, shaken in spite of hi"

"I have nought to say But I caught her words indistinctly And without

her consent--"

"She shall speak more plainly Mademoiselle--"