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But, evading him, she towered, lean and malevolent as a fury

"Calh broke froer "By God, do you add effrontery to your other failings? Dare you bidyou fruitlessly these twelves, you should bid me be calm now that ates below The Vico aside his erstwhile tender nity, "the troopers have been ad our station--"

"What is our station?" she interrupted harshly "Rebels--proscribed, houseless beggars That is our station, thanks to you and your insanewith treason What is to become of us, fool? What is to becoed you and have driven us from Lavedan? By God's death, a fine season this to talk of the dignity of our station! Did I not warn you, hed at me"

"Madaled voice "I never laughed at you in all my life"

"You did as much, at least Did you not bid me busy myself omen's affairs? Did you not bid ment? You have followed it--to a pretty purpose, as God lives! These gentle's will cause you to follow it a little farther," she pursued, with heartless, loathsome sarcasm "You will follow it as far as the scaffold at Toulouse That, you will tell me, is your own affair But what provision have you et her to leave us to perish of starvation? Or are we to turn kitchen wenches or seroan, the Vicomte sank down upon the bed, and covered his face with his hands

"God pity ony such as the fear of death could never have infused into his brave soul; an agony born of the heartlessness of this woman who for twenty years had shared his bed and board, and who now in the hour of his adversity failed hiically

"Aye," she mocked in her bitterness, "call upon God to pity you, for I shall not"

She paced the rooed lioness, her face livid with the fury that possessed her She no longer asked questions; she no longer addressed him; oath followed oath from her thin lips, and the hideousness of this woman's blasphemy made me shudder At last there were heavy steps upon the stairs, and, moved by a sudden impulse "Madame," I cried, "let me prevail upon you to restrain yourself"