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The poor child had re, without , with the idea of death before her She had lost nothing of the scene between Gudule and Tristan, and the anguish of her mother had found its echo in her heart She had heard all the successive snappings of the thread by which she hung suspended over the gulf; twenty tian to breathe again and to feel her foot on fir to the provost: "~Corboeuf~! Monsieur le Prevôt, 'tis no affair ofwitches The rabble of the populace is suppressed I leave you to attend to the matter alone You will allowfor their captain"

The voice was that of Phoebus de Châteaupers; that which took place within her was ineffable He was there, her friend, her protector, her support, her refuge, her Phoebus She rose, and before her ,-"Phoebus! aid er there He had just turned the corner of the Rue de la Coutellerie at a gallop But Tristan had not yet taken his departure

The recluse rushed upon her daughter with a roar of agony She dragged her violently back, digging her nails into her neck A tigress mother does not stand on trifles But it was too late Tristan had seen

"Hé! hé!" he exclaih which laid bare all his teeth and made his face resemble the muzzle of a wolf, "two mice in the trap!"

"I suspected as much," said the soldier

Tristan clapped hiood cat! Come!" he added, "where is Henriet Cousin?"

A arments nor the air of a soldier, stepped froray, half brown, flat hair, leather sleeves, and carried a bundle of ropes in his huge hand This man always attended Tristan, who always attended Louis XI

"Friend," said Tristan l'Hermite, "I presume that this is the sorceress of e are in search You will hang me this one Have you your ladder?"

"There is one yonder, under the shed of the Pillar-House," replied theis to be done?" he added, pointing to the stone gibbet

"Yes"

"Ho, hé!" continued the h, which was still more brutal than that of the provost, "we shall not have far to go"