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This question, though so simple, seemed to agitate the girl. Sanselme now held her mother in his arms. "Well! Where am I to go?" She answered slowly: "Two steps from there. The Rue Travehefoin." "I don't think I know the street." "Very possibly," stammered the girl. "I will show you the way." She had returned the laces to the box, and then with a determined step led the way.
Sanselme started and took hold of Benedetto's arm. "Not another word like that, Benedetto! Not if you wish to live!" "Indeed! What would you do?" "My fate is in your hands," answered Sanselme. "You can at any moment denounce me as an escaped convict. Do what you please, but you shall not say one word of her who is in this house."
And she looked so horrified that Sanselme was silent. He realized what this young creature must feel at the terrible life led by her mother. When the girl understood that the room she was to have could be reached only through that occupied by her mother, she said no more, but she seemed to shrink from the very air she breathed.
"My dear fellow, I have not the smallest interest in troubling your repose. This is better than any oath," said Benedetto. Sanselme made no further resistance. Benedetto looked at the paper. "The fool has signed his own name!" he said to himself. "But it may be better, after all!" And in another moment Benedetto vanished through the window.
"For Heaven's sake, sir, be quiet!" whispered Sanselme, angrily. "The woman hears you, and you will kill her!" The Doctor took off his spectacles and closed them with a snap; then looking at Sanselme from head to foot, he said: "You are much interested in Madame. A relative, I presume?" "That is none of your affairs, sir.
It was with great joy that he took Jane to the reception at the artist's, and here basked in the admiration and respect she received. If she would but consent to go on the stage her fortune was secured but hitherto she had refused even to listen to this plan. That evening Sanselme had been shocked to meet Benedetto.
She was absolutely adorable, with her glossy, dark hair carried back plainly from her fair brow. How old was she? Sixteen, perhaps, but so slender that she looked younger. "You must unfasten your mother's dress," said Sanselme, "that she may have air." The girl looked at him as if she did not understand him. Oh! what shame and humiliation were in that young heart!
He first thought of climbing again to the same shore, but his adversaries might be watching and he might fall into their hands; while on the other bank the forest of Neuilly offered him a sure refuge. He therefore swam across. The current was strong, but he and Sanselme had known a worse and heavier sea when they escaped from Toulon.
She never forgot her mother, nor that mother's life. She learned with marvelous rapidity. Study was her best distraction. From this Sanselme hoped much. He taught her himself all that he had formerly learned, and wondered at the progress she made. The merest accident revealed to him Jane's amazing talent for music.
"I know it not!" "Have you forgotten the man who took you from a wretched house at the time of your mother's death? This man was Sanselme, the former priest Sanselme, the former convict, and your father! And now, Vicomte, will you kill me? Do so, if you dare!" Jane fell back, fainting. "She is dead!" cried Esperance. "Ah! coward and assassin, I will have your life for this. Have you arms?
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