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Moriaz into compliance. They made her believe, to pacify her, that the sentence was not definite, or at least that a period of grace would be granted to the condemned. M. Langis set out for Hungary, and he had now returned. In the mean time, Antoinette had refused two offers. Mme. de Lorcy had inferred this to be a favourable omen for her projects.
Fortunately for all parties, M. Moriaz shortly made his appearance at the end of the terrace, and M. Langis arose to join him. Antoinette remained alone with Samuel Brohl, who at once rather brusquely asked: "Has M. Langis the intention of remaining here forever?" "He has only just arrived," she replied. "And you will send him away soon?"
She listened to him, bowed her head in sign of approval; but she heard his voice through a mist that veiled her senses. She lifted her hand to brush away a wasp that annoyed her by its buzzing. The lace of her cuff, in falling back, left her wrist exposed. "What a curious bracelet you have!" said M. Langis. "Have you not seen it before?" she replied. "It is some time since "
These words uttered, he assured himself anew that her eyes were humid, and then he left, charmed to have proved the extent of the empire he held over her. When she rejoined M. Langis, the young man asked: "Does it chance to be I who put Count Larinski to flight? If so, I should be quite heart-broken." "Reassure yourself," said she, "he came expressly to inform me that his evening was not free."
"It does not require much of it to distinguish an honest man from an adventurer." "Ah! permit me," returned M. Langis, "that depends a good deal on practice. The most skillful are deceived." Samuel Brohl rose and made a movement to leave. Mme. de Lorcy insisted on his sitting down again.
"And that you will send me tidings shortly, and that these tidings will be good. I shall await them here, at the Hotel Steinbock." "As you please; but, for the love of Heaven, let me sleep!" M. Camille Langis pressed his two arms and said, with much emotion: "I place myself in your hands; take care how you answer for my life!"
The first thing that M. Langis did was to set the bottle on the table, after which he went close up to Samuel Brohl, who, fainting and inanimate, bore almost the appearance of death. He examined him an instant, bent over him, then, folding his arms and shrugging his shoulders, he said to him, "Monsieur, Mlle. Moriaz is no longer here." Samuel Brohl did not stir.
Samuel Brohl rose up from his grave at Bucharest, and took the name of Kicks, and emigrated to America some time before the marriage of Mlle. Moriaz to M. Camille Langis was announced in the "Figaro." No Name William Wilkie Collins was born in London on January 8, 1824.
His lips quivered, and his beautiful chestnut locks curled like serpents about his temples, and gave his head a Medusa-like appearance. He said to Camille: "Where and when? Our seconds will undertake the arrangement of the rest." "You mistake, monsieur, the motive of my visit," replied M. Langis. "I am grieved to destroy your illusions, but I did not come to arrange a meeting with you."
"What! not even in the brave fellow to whom you owe the recovery of your portrait and your letters?" "Of whom do you speak?" she exclaimed. Then he declared to her how M. Langis had effected the descent into the den, without telling her what had resulted therefrom. "Ah! that was kind, very kind," she said. "I never doubted that Camille was a true friend." "A friend?
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