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of the key should reach our ears We find that door upon the

latch, the door of the room open; on the table lies the morphia-

needle Upstairs lies Mlle Celie--she is helpless, she cannot see

what they areto do"

"But she could cry out," exclaimed Ricardo "She did not even do

that!"

"No, my friend, she could not cry out," replied Hanaud very

seriously "I knohy She could not No living man or woman

could Rest assured of that!"

Ricardo was mystified; but since the captain of the ship would not

show his observation, he kneould be in vain to press hi her morphia-needle and Hippolyte

was about to prepare the boat, Jeanne upstairs wasa sack Did you see Mlle Celie's

eyes and face when first she saw that sack? Ah! she understood!

They ive her a dose of oing perhaps to take some terrible

precaution--" Hanaud paused for a second "I only say perhaps as

to that But certainly they were going to sew her up in that sack,

row her well out across the lake, fix a weight to her feet, and

drop her quietly overboard She was to wear everything which she

had brought with her to the house Mlle Celie would have

disappeared for ever, and left not even a ripple upon the water to

trace her by!"