Silently I took it in mine, and for a moment I hesitated, thinking of what I was--of what she was.

At last, moved by some power that was greater than my will, I stooped and pressed those shapely fingers to my lips.

Then I stepped suddenly back and closed the carriage door, oppressed by a feeling akin to that of having done an evil deed.
"Have I your permission to say a word to my servant, M.le Lieutenant ?" I inquired.
He bowed assent, whereat, stepping close up to the horror-stricken Michelot-- "Drive straight to the Chateau de Canaples," I said in a low voice.
"Thereafter return to the Lys de France and there wait until you hear from me.

Here, take my purse; there are some fifty pistoles in it." "Speak but the word, Monsieur," he growled, "and I'll pistol a couple of these dogs." "Pah! You grow childish," I laughed, "or can you not see that fellow's musket ?" "Pardieu! I'll risk his aim! I never yet saw one of these curs shoot straight." "No, no, obey me, Michelot.

Think of Mademoiselle.