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That something then slid, splashing, to the floor. De Launay's pistols were lowered and he was taking a step into the room. Solange noted that he staggered again, that the deerskin waistcoat was stained, and she tried to find strength to run to him. She saw, as she moved, the huddled figures at her side where the dead men lay, and she knew that there was another behind her.
In its opening pages, we are made to listen to the feet and chariots of "Dubarrydom" hurrying from the "Armida Palace," where Louis XV. and the ancien regime lay dying; later to the ticking of the clocks in Launay's doomed Bastile; again to the tocsin of the steeples that roused the singers of the Marseillaise to march from "their bright Phocaean city" and grapple with the Swiss guard, last bulwark of the Bourbons.
His face was stern, but otherwise expressionless. "Well?" he demanded, his eyes barely resting on the pistol before they swept to meet her own blazing gaze. There was no depth to her eyes now. Instead they seemed to be fire surrounded by black rims. "You have read murderer!" "I have read it." De Launay's voice was like his face, and in both appeared a trace of contempt.
Both gentlemen were grave, believing their knowledge in the subterranean world of a wealthy city to give them a positive cognizance of female humanity; and the substance of Colonel Launay's communication had its impressiveness for them. 'Well, it's a turn right-about-face for me, said Sir Lukin. 'What a world we live in!
This was Sucatash, lounging easily against a lamp-post while De Launay's horse, saddled and equipped, stood with head hanging and reins dangling just before him at the curb. A close observer would have noticed that a pair of spurs hung at the saddle horn and that the saddle pockets bulged. But there were no close observers around.
Nor did she feel the hand on her shoulder where Sucatash stood behind her. The crowding bystanders were nonexistent to her consciousness as she raised De Launay's head. Then his eyes fluttered open and met hers; were held by them as though they were drawn down to the depths of her and lost in them. Over his mouth, under the small, military mustache crept a smile. "Morgan la fée!" he whispered.
I have a feeling that we shall find this man. But it will be with Monsieur de Launay's help. I do not know why but I feel that he will bring us to the man. We must rejoin him as soon as possible." "All right," said Sucatash, shortly. Dave muttered, "Damn De Launay!" But they both turned back to their work and hastened their preparations.
Somehow she staggered to De Launay's side and, heedless of the mud, sank to her knees. "Mon ami! Mon ami!" she moaned over him, her hands folding over his lean cheeks, still brown in spite of the pallor that was sweeping them. A man dropped to his knees beside De Launay and opposite her. She did not heed his swift gesture in ripping back the buckskin vest.
Few remained to accept it, however, the imminent memory of the police having frightened all others away. A liberal dispensation of money and the discovery that De Launay's coat and shoes were of excellent make and more valuable than those he had lost, had secured the silence of the man whom De Launay had robbed, and he had departed some time since.
"I done forgot this till this minute, ma'am. The boss told me to give it to you to-day but I reckon it ain't needed yet." "Open it," said De Launay. Solange complied and took out the two inclosures. The first she read was the will and her eyes filled at this proof of De Launay's care for her, although she had no idea that his estate was of value. Then she unfolded the second paper.
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