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There friendly hands, Carlat's foremost, welcomed them and aided them to alight, and the Countess saw, as in a dream, the familiar scene, all unfamiliar: the gate, where she had played, a child, aglow with lantern- light and arms. Men, whose rugged faces she had known in infancy, stood at the drawbridge chains and at the winches.
The courage which had supported her in her lover's absence had abandoned her now. "If he finds him here I am lost! I am lost!" "He will not know me," Tignonville muttered. But he spoke uncertainly; and his gaze, shifting hither and thither, belied the boldness of his words. Madame Carlat's eyes flew round the room; on her for once the burden seemed to rest.
"Very well, I go," the envoy answered sullenly. "But " "But what?" La Tribe cried, gripping Carlat's shoulder to quiet him. "But what? Say what you have to say, man! Speak out, and have done with it! "I will say it to her and to no other." "Then you will not say it!" Carlat cried again. "For you will not see her. So you may go. And the black fever in your vitals." "Ay, go!"
He was beckoning to her behind Carlat's back, pointing imperiously to the water, making signs to her to drop the packet over the side. When she did not obey she felt sick and faint she saw through a mist his brow grow dark. He menaced her secretly. And still the packet scorched her; and twice her hand went to it, and dropped again empty. On a sudden Madame St. Lo cried out.
And, obedient to the word, the little company, refreshed by the short respite, took the road out of Ponts de Ce at a steady trot. Nor was the Countess the only one whose face glowed, being set southwards, or whose heart pulsed to the rhythm of the horses' hoofs that beat out "Home!" Carlat's and Madame Carlat's also.
The rapt gaze, the unchanging attitude only confirmed his opinion of the course she would adopt. He was thankful to find her more composed; and in fear of such a scene as had already passed between them, he stole away again. He returned by-and-by, but with the greatest reluctance, and only because Carlat's urgency would take no refusal.
But it was fear of the house, not of the street, fear from within, not from without, which impelled the girl into the darkest corner and shook her wits. She could not believe that even this short respite was hers, until she had repeatedly heard the fact confirmed at Madame Carlat's mouth. "You are deceiving me!" she cried more than once. And each time she started up in fresh terror.
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