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This he now proved in every possible way, and under his powerful protection the credit of Captain Blood among the buccaneers very rapidly reached its zenith. So when it came to fitting out his fleet for that enterprise against Maracaybo, which had originally been Levasseur's project, he did not want for either ships or men to follow him.
Then he went to a photographer, who made a new copy of Mlle. Levasseur's photograph. Don Luis had this touched up and faked it himself, so that the Prefect of Police should not perceive the substitution of one set of features for another. He dined at a restaurant and, at nine o'clock, joined Mazeroux on the Boulevard Suchet.
This lodge had only a ground floor, consisting of a dark entrance hall and one large room, most of which served as a sitting-room, while the rest, arranged as a bedroom, was really only a sort of alcove. A curtain hid the bed and wash-hand-stand. There were two windows looking out on the Place du Palais-Bourbon. It was the first time that Don Luis had set foot in Mlle. Levasseur's room.
As he reached the street Joseph heard the sharp, discordant tones of Therese Levasseur's voice, heaping abuse upon the head of her philosopher, because he had not completed his task, and they would not have a sou wherewith to buy dinner. The visit of the emperor was drawing to a close. He had tasted to its utmost of the enjoyments of the peerless city.
On the other hand, and in spite of what you say, Florence Levasseur's conduct, her claims as the heiress, her unexpected escape from the hospital, leave little doubt in our minds as to the part which she is playing." Don Luis pointed to the clock: "Monsieur le Ministre, it is getting late." Valenglay burst out laughing. "I never met any one like you!
Levasseur's smiling eyes, intent upon the young man's face, saw the horror that crept into his glance. M. d'Ogeron cast a wild glance at mademoiselle, and observed the grey despair that had almost stamped the beauty from her face. Disgust and fury swept across his countenance. Then he braced himself and answered resolutely: "No, you dog! A thousand times, no!" "You are foolish to persist."
Perenna thought for a moment and then said: "Tell him that you have not found me and that you are going to look for me in Mlle. Levasseur's rooms. Perhaps he will go with you. All the better if he does." And he locked the door again.
'You wounded! what do you mean? said the Squire, turning upon him. Levasseur's large, thin-lipped mouth showed what seemed an habitual grin. 'I'd been getting so unpopular, it was becoming a nuisance. Line of least resistance, you understand. Now everybody's quite civil again. And I like chauffing. 'A mere bit of weakness! grumbled the Squire. 'Either you keep out of the war, or you go into it.
His lordship marvelled at her memory of these names. "Aye. Cahusac was Levasseur's lieutenant, until he died." "Until who died?" "Levasseur. He was killed on one of the Virgin Islands two years ago." There was a pause. Then, in an even quieter voice than before, Miss Bishop asked: "Who killed him?" Pitt answered readily.
Perenna had but one thought in his head: to reach the next station, which was Chartres, before the two accomplices, and to fly at Sauverand's throat. He saw nothing but that: the savage grip of his two hands that would set Florence Levasseur's lover gasping in his agony. "Her lover! Her lover!" he muttered, gnashing his teeth. "Why, of course, that explains everything!
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