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Clon, the porter, continued to hold the door obstinately ajar and to eye me with grinning spite, until his mistress, with some sharpness, bade him drop the bars and conduct me to a room. 'Do you go also, Louis, she continued, speaking to the man beside her, 'and see this gentleman comfortably disposed.
He opened his lips and pointed to his throat with a horrid gesture, and I shook my head and turned from him 'You can let me have some bedding? I murmured hastily, for the sake of saying something, and to escape. 'Of course, Monsieur, Louis answered. 'I will fetch some. He went away, thinking doubtless that Clon would stay with me.
The shock-headed man, by-and-by, found this, and gave it to Clon; and as from the circumstances of the first discovery no suspicion attached to me, I ventured to find the third and last scrap myself. I did not pick it up, but I called the innkeeper, and he pounced upon it as I have seen a hawk pounce on a chicken.
There, instead of keeping along the common path, I boldly singled out my senses seemed to be preternaturally keen the smaller trail by which Clon had brought us.
Clon and Louis sprang to attention; Madame and her sister came to the table and sat down, and all made a shallow pretence of being at their ease. But Mademoiselle's face was pale, her hand trembled; and though Madame's greater self-command enabled her to carry off the matter better, I saw that she was not herself.
'It is your old wound, Monsieur. Now I have it? 'Yes, Mademoiselle, I muttered faintly, 'it is. 'I will call Clon! she cried impetuously. And then, with a sob: 'Ah! poor Clon! He is gone. But there is still Louis. I will call him and he will get you something.
'You talked of Clon, but Clon beside you is the most spotless, the most honourable of men! 'Madame, I said hoarsely and I know that my face was grey as ashes 'let us understand one another. 'God forbid! she cried on the instant. 'I would not soil myself! 'Fie! Madame, I said, trembling. But then, you are a woman. That should cost a man his life! She laughed bitterly.
'Mention it, my good fellow? answered, looking at him with meaning as I rose. 'No. But it must not occur again. I saw that this man was not like Clon. He had the instincts of the family servant, and freed from the influences of fear and darkness felt ashamed of his conduct.
Between the two, moving side by side in the darkness, in a silence which each found to be eloquent, were Mademoiselle and I: she who knew so much, I who knew all all but one little thing! We reached the house, and I suggested that she should steal in first by the way she had come out, and that I should wait a little and knock at the door when she had had time to explain matters to Clon.
'They do not let me see Clon, she answered slowly. 'Then your woman must tell him, I rejoined, 'or he may do something and betray me. 'They will not let our women come to us. 'What? I cried, astonished. 'But this is infamous. You are not prisoners! Mademoiselle laughed harshly. 'Are we not?
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