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THROUGH THE NIGHT.
It wanted something over an hour to midnight when Monsieur de Garnache started out in his sodden clothes to run from Condillac.

He bore away to the north, and continued running until he had covered a mile or so, when perforce he must slacken his pace lest presently he should have to give way to utter exhaustion.

He trudged on bravely thereafter, at a good, swinging pace, realizing that in moving briskly lay his salvation from such ill effects as might otherwise attend his too long immersion.

His run had set a pleasant glow upon his skin and seemed to have thawed the frozen condition of his joints.