But she is a Vrillac, and I know that nothing is farther from her thoughts." He was silent a moment; and then, "Mademoiselle," he said, "I would not hurry you." Her eyes were closed, but at that her lips moved.

"I am--willing," she whispered.

And a fluttering sigh, of relief, of pity, of God knows what, filled the room.
"You are satisfied, M.La Tribe ?" "I do not--" "Man!" With a growl as of a tiger, Count Hannibal dropped the mask.

In two strides he was at the minister's side, his hand gripped his shoulder; his face, flushed with passion, glared into his.

"Will you play with lives ?" he hissed.