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OF THE BARGAIN THAT ST.

AUBAN DROVE WITH MY LORD CARDINAL.
From the wounded man's bedside I wended my steps back to the Rue St.
Antoine, resolved to start for Blois that very night; and beside me walked Montresor, with bent head, like a man deep in thought.
At my door I paused to take my leave of the lieutenant, for I was in haste to have my preparations made, and to be gone.

But Montresor appeared not minded to be dismissed thus easily.
"What plan have you formed ?" he asked.
"The only plan there is to form--to set out for Canaples at once." "Hum!" he grunted, and again was silent.

Then, suddenly throwing back his head, "Par la mort Dieu!" he cried, "I care not what comes of it; I'll tell you what I know.