Or that to the left leads to Bordeaux, where you can take ship if you please.

And in a word, Mademoiselle,' I continued, ending a little feebly, 'I hope that your troubles are now over.' She turned her face to me--we had both come to a standstill--and plucked at the fastenings of her mask.

But her trembling fingers had knotted the string, and in a moment she dropped her hand with a cry of despair.

'But you?
You ?' she wailed in a voice so changed that I should not have known it for hers.

'What will you do?
I do not understand, Monsieur.' 'There is a third road,' I answered.