At length her pulse beat more quickly, and the patient lips smiled sternly.

The figure had risen to depart.

A man came out and walked quickly up the street; the woman approached, and when the man was under the single lamp swung aloft, he felt his arm touched: the woman was at his side, and looking steadily into his face-- "You are Pierre Guillot, the Breton, the friend of George Cadoudal.

Will you be his avenger ?" The Chouan's first impulse had been to place his hand in his vest, and something shone bright in the lamp-light, clasped in those iron fingers.
The voice and the manner reassured him, and he answered readily,-- "I am he whom you seek, and I only live to avenge." "Read, then, and act," answered the woman, as she placed a paper in his hands.
At Laughton the babe is on the breast of the fair mother, and the father sits beside the bed; and mother and father dispute almost angrily whether mother or father those soft, rounded features of slumbering infancy resemble most.

At the red house, near the market-town, there is a hospitable bustle.