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"What are you driving at, Harry, with your supposition?" she said, her cheek growing a little paler as a suspicion of the truth flashed upon her. "Well, Marie, you mustn't be agitated, and I hope you will not be angry; but I ask you how, as he has a good heart, and you have claims upon him, could you expect Victor de Gisons to run away like a coward and leave you here?"
He was roughly repulsed by the men guarding the door; and at last, finding that nothing could be done, he forced his way out again into the open air, and hurrying away for some distance, threw himself on the ground and burst into a passion of tears. After a time he rose and made his way back to the house where he had left Victor de Gisons.
On leaving Victor in the care of the man who had so providentially came to his aid, Harry hurried down the street towards the Abbaye, then he stopped to think should he return there or make his way to the Bicetre. He could not tell whether his friends had, like the Duc de Gisons, been removed to the Abbaye. If they had been so, it was clearly impossible for him to aid them in any way.
In reply he received a letter begging him to start as soon as the roads were fit for travel. About the same time Victor de Gisons received a summons from his father to join him in Paris.
Harry drank the toast without hesitation, and then, heartsick at the destruction and ruin, wandered out again into the streets. Knowing the anxiety which Marie would be suffering as to the safety of her lover he next took his way to the mansion of the Duke de Gisons. The house was shut up, but groups of men were standing in the road opposite talking.
Savage cries, curses, and shouts for vengeance filled the air; many were armed, and knives and bludgeons, swords and pikes, were brandished or shaken. Blood had been tasted, and all the savage instincts were on fire. "This is horrible, Henri!" Victor de Gisons exclaimed. "I feel as if I were in a nightmare, not that any nightmare could compare in terror to this.
I hope when I see you again I shall be able to tell you that I have formed some sort of plan for their release." The 2d of September Victor de Gisons was, as usual, waiting near the door when Harry left Louise Moulin's. "What is the news, Henri? Nothing suspicious, I hope? You are out sooner than usual." "Yes, for I have something to think of.
The latter had no difficulty in purchasing the clothes required by the count and returned with them in little over a quarter of an hour, and then, having seen De Gisons ride off, he sauntered back into Paris and made his way towards the heart of the city. Crossing the river he found a vast crowd gathered in front of the Hotel de Ville.
The only constant visitor now was the Count de Gisons, but he to-night was absent. The news was not unexpected. The violence of the extremists of the Mountain had been increasing daily.
It would require more than one to carry out such a scheme, and the friend whom I relied upon before can no longer aid me." "Who is it?" Jeanne asked quietly. "Is it Victor de Gisons?" "What! Bless me, Jeanne!" Harry exclaimed in surprise. "How did you guess that?" "I felt sure it was Victor all along," the girl said. "In the first place, I never believed that he had gone away.
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