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We regain the Place de l'Hôtel de Ville by the Quai of the same name, or cross the Pont Marie, and stroll about the quiet streets of the Isle St. Jacques Rue St. Martin St. Merri Rue de Venise Les Billettes Hôtels du Soubise, de Hollande, de Rohan Musée Carnavalet Place Royale Musée Victor Hugo Hôtel de Sully. Thursdays and Sundays free. Two parallel historic roads named of St. Martin and of St.
There were tears of joy on her face, and she gratefully clasped my hand in both of hers. It sickened my heart to do it, but I could only shake my head sadly and say: "No, Madame, Monsieur de Merri can never come to speak for you." "Why not?" she cried, all the hope rushing out of her face again. "He is dead slain in a duel." I said in a voice as faint as a whisper.
"Yes, Monsieur, but the Count would believe as much of your story as Captain Ferragant would choose to let him. Your very interest in Madame's fate has been new food for his jealousy." "God forbid!" "It is not your fault, Monsieur; it is the Count's madness. He locks his wife up, as much that she may be inaccessible to you and all other men, as because of anything concerning Monsieur de Merri."
They guided him to the banks of the Merri Creek, to the place where their whole tribe was encamped. He stayed with them all night, sleeping in a pretty grassy hollow beside the stream. In the morning he offered to buy a portion of their land, and gave them a large quantity of goods, consisting of scissors, knives, blankets, looking-glasses, and articles of this description.
"But " he began hoarsely. "I said, the wench stays here!" broke in Merri peremptorily. "Ah ca!" he added, with a savage imprecation. "Do you command here, citizen Rateau, or do I?" The other at once became humble, even cringing. "You, of course, citizen," he rejoined in his hollow voice. "I would only remark " "Remark nothing," retorted the other curtly.
"And perhaps who knows? you can induce the Count to give me a few more days, till the cause of Monsieur de Merri's delay is past. And then you can ride or send to Monsieur de Merri, and tell him my situation, and he will come and put my accuser to shame, after all! Yes, thank God, there is hope! Oh, Monsieur, you may yet be able to save me!"
Merri, however, was inclined to repudiate him altogether. "Why should I share with you?" he said roughly, when, a few hours later, he and Rateau parted in the street outside the Cabaret de la Liberte. "Who are you, I would like to know, to try and poke your ugly nose into my affairs?
"Cast no doubt upon that dowry, citizen Rateau, curse you!" broke in Merri, with a spiteful glance directed against his former rivals, "or Guidal and Desmonts will cease to look glum, and half my joy in the aristo will have gone."
But I was hurried by my feeling that I ought to save Madame, the more because no one could say how far the present situation was due to my having killed De Merri, and to my advent at the chateau. Even though she might choose not to escape, it was for me to give her the opportunity, at least. And to tell the truth, I longed to see her again, at any cost.
Black Thursday has been so much written about by others that I had best confine myself to my own experiences. I rode in to business, as usual, from my Merri Creek residence, 4 1/2 miles north of the city.
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