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CRIMSON FAVOURS.
M.de Tavannes smiled.

Mademoiselle averted her eyes, and shivered; as if the air, even of that close summer night, entering by the door at her elbow, chilled her.

And then came a welcome interruption.
"Tavannes!" "Sire!" Count Hannibal rose slowly.

The King had called, and he had no choice but to obey and go.