I have been here since, suspecting I know not what, but fearing everything." "That is ended, madame," I answered, my hand on my breast, my soul in arms for her.

Here, unless I was mistaken, was one more unhappy and more deeply wronged even than Kit; one too who owed her misery to the same villain.

"Were there nine glovers on the stairs," I declared roundly, "we would take you out and take you home! Where are your husband's apartments ?" "In the Rue de Saint Merri, close to the church.

We have a house there." "M.

de Pavannes," I suggested cunningly, "is doubtless distracted by your disappearance." "Oh, surely," she answered with earnest simplicity, while the tears sprang to her eyes.