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Until then, she had known no fear save of her husband But at that a

sense of the force and pressure of the crowd--as well as of the fierce

passions, straining about her, which a wordto the stern men on either side she fancied that she

read anxiety in their faces

She glanced behind Boot to boot, the Count'sthe In

their faces too she thought that she traced uneasiness What wonder if

the scenes through which she had passed in Paris began to recur to her

an to tre in a

low voice to Bigot, who rode on her right hand "Will they do anything?"

The Nor

towards his master, who rode a pace in front of theot continued, in his drawling tone

"And more will know hi you safe to the inn Doith the Huguenots?" he continued,

turning fro his stirrup, was

shouting the cry till he was cri's word and leave!" theupward, while he waved his cap;

"have we the King's leave?"

"You'll bide his leave!" the Nor the Count with

his thued horse!"

"But he co!" the man panted

"To be sure To be sure!"