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"The spy has escaped me, Jean, and he was none other than I

supposed, ma belle Demoiselle She did not deny that she was on a

mission hostile to our interests, and when I remonstrated, she held a

pistol in in that she would fire This

is reason enough, Jean, for her apprehension Let us away"

The chief led along the skirt of the upland, till he entered the

led a growth

of h

which slowly rolled a black, foul strearound, troops of birds rose out of the wide sea of

bog, and the noise of their wingsas

they passed in dark troops upwards into the ever-deepening dusk

Then out of the gloo, like the low, solemn beat of

a bell Jean crossed himself and exclaimed, "Mon Dieu! What is that Monsieur?"

"What, afraid Jean? That is no toll for a lost soul, but the crying

of the dismal bell bird"