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"And as the Chevalier here ran him through the ribs he may not unnaturally desire to repay the account," put in De Lorgnac. "It is not that," I said; "she warned me of danger in Le Jaquemart." "Precisely. It is of that I was thinking," said Le Brusquet.
On rounding the curve it came to an abrupt ending. Here a lamp swung by a chain from the roof, and by its light we dimly saw before us a large door, firmly closed, and seeming to bar all further progress. Near the door a man was seated in an alcove in the wall, his knees almost up to his chin, his drawn sword in his hand. He swung round on to his feet as we came up. It was De Lorgnac.
Covered with the dust of his reckless ride, his gay hunting dress torn and soiled, bareheaded, and with the blood streaming from a wound in his face, where De Lorgnac had touched him, Simon stood, despair and hate in his look. Yet he fought fiercely for his life; but he had met his equal with the sword, and, doing his worst, could but hold on the defence and no more. He saw us as we came.
Around us, towering above and ringing us in with its immense strength, rose the Louvre, its vast outlines looking, if possible, larger and more gigantic in the enchanted light. After a space Le Brusquet began to speak of the Vidame, my brother, and so we passed the time in converse until De Lorgnac came.
Agrippa carried out his orders with an ill grace, and made no answer to my thanks; so, bidding farewell to De Lorgnac, I put spurs to my horse, and, followed by Pierrebon, rode out of Paris. The stars were yet shining as we skirted the heights of Charenton, but it was day when we saw Villaneuve St. Georges on its wooded hill.
Along these we hurried until we reached the stairway leading to the Philippine, and as we came up two figures stepped out of the shadow into our path. My charge shrank back with a little gasp of alarm, so sudden and unexpected was their appearance, and I half drew my poniard, but put it back again on the moment, for I recognised De Lorgnac and Le Brusquet.
When he had done Le Brusquet said nothing, but remained in a moody silence, staring in front of him, and De Lorgnac turned from him to the window and looked out upon the night. After a little he turned again, and putting his hand on Le Brusquet's shoulder, said: "It looks, old friend, as if we were beaten." Le Brusquet's eyes flashed. "Not yet!
And so saying he would have turned away, but Lorgnac said quietly: "You will be good enough, monsieur, to inform Monsieur de Créquy that I am here and desire to see him at once." Agrippa Pavanes swung round and faced us, his hand on his sword-hilt. "I am in charge of this gate at present, and I will act as I think best.
I had decided to leave Paris by the Porte St. Michel, and this all the more as the captain of the gate the Vicomte de Créquy was a near relative of De Lorgnac, and the passage through might, perhaps, be made easier on this score. It was still dark as we trotted down the Rue de la Harpe under the shadow of the Sorbonne, having passed the Pont au Change and the Pont St.
We could see nothing of either Simon or De Lorgnac; but we did not want for guides. A hundred fingers pointed out their course at every street corner, and at last a white horse, riderless, and the reins trailing loosely, came galloping out of a by-street; and a roar went up: "He is down! he is down! In the Passage of Pity!"
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