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"I thank you for reminding me, Monsieur Lomaque, that it is too late now to make inquiries, and by consequence too late also to trust in others. My sister has chosen; and on the subject of that choice my lips shall be henceforth sealed. The events of the future are with God; whatever they may be, I hope I am strong enough to bear my part in them with the patience and the courage of a man!
"You know what we suffered in the first days of our suspense, after the success of your stratagem," said Trudaine, turning to Lomaque. "I think it was on the evening after we had seen you for the last time at St. Lazare that strange, confused rumors of an impending convulsion in Paris first penetrated within our prison walls.
He kissed her hand very gracefully and tenderly as he made his excuse; but there was a latent expression in his eye which was at variance with the apparent spirit of his action. It was noticed by nobody but observant and submissive Monsieur Lomaque, who smiled to himself again, and drilled harder than ever at his hole in the grass.
"Certainly! But is that all the question? Is there no greater difficulty?" "None. Write the prescription, whatever it may be, on that leaf," said the other, giving him the pocket-book. "Write it down, with plain directions for use." Trudaine obeyed. "This is the first step," continued Lomaque, putting the book in his pocket, "toward the accomplishment of my purpose my uncertain purpose, remember!
That king is named Terror, and seventeen hundred and ninety-four is the year of his reign. Monsieur Lomaque, land-steward no longer, sits alone in an official-looking room in one of the official buildings of Paris. It is another July evening, as fine as that evening when he and Trudaine sat talking together on the bench overlooking the Seine.
Sit down at the other desk, friend Magloire; I am very fond of you when you are not inquisitive; pray sit down." While addressing this polite invitation to the agent in his softest voice, Lomaque produced his pocketbook, and drew from it a little note, which he opened and read through attentively.
"You will excuse me, I know," said General Berthelin, speaking to all the persons present, with his hand on the library door, "if I leave you. I have bad news to break to my daughter, and private business after that to settle with a friend." He saluted the company, with his usual bluff nod of the head, and entered the library. A few minutes afterward, Trudaine and Lomaque left the house.
She heard these words, and dashed the tears from her eyes, and kissed him, saying: "I am glad of it, Louis. We risked all together we shall now suffer together. I am glad of it!" Danville looked incredulously at Lomaque, after the first shock of astonishment was over. "Impossible!" he exclaimed. "I never denounced my wife. There is some mistake; you have exceeded your orders."
When the day of reckoning comes, let it be the day of his vengeance, not of mine. In my heart I said those words I have been true to them I have waited. The day has come, and the duty it demands of me shall be fulfilled." There was a moment's silence before Lomaque spoke again. "Your sister?" he began, hesitatingly. "It is there only that my purpose falters," said the other, earnestly.
"I could swear that I read over their names at the grate yesterday afternoon with my own lips; and yet, look as long as I may, I certainly can't find them written down here. Give us a pinch, friend. Am I awake, or dreaming? drunk or sober this morning?" "Sober, I hope," said a quiet voice at his elbow. "I have just looked in to see how you are after yesterday." "How I am, Citizen Lomaque?
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