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and then I started.

For, looking down on me, with her handsome face and proud smile, was the lady who had been my fellow traveller--Antoinette de Mauban; and I saw her also start, and her lips moved, and she leant forward and gazed at me.

And I, collecting myself, met her eyes full and square, while again I felt my revolver.

Suppose she had cried aloud, "That's not the King!" Well, we went by; and then the Marshal, turning round in his saddle, waved his hand, and the Cuirassiers closed round us, so that the crowd could not come near me.