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A moment later a frolicsome laugh, and the light flutter of a woman's skirt as she tripped across the court, brought the blood to his cheeks. He went a step nearer to the door, and his eyes grew bright. So far excitement had supported Tignonville in his escape. It was only when he knew himself safe, when he heard Madame St.
"No more," she said gravely, bowing her head. "It is not M. de Tignonville I have to thank, but Heaven's mercy, that I do not stand here at this moment unhappy as I entered a woman accursed, to be pointed at while I live. And the dead" she pointed solemnly through the dark casement to the shore "the dead lie there." La Tribe went.
Tignonville eyed him with satisfaction, and turned to the staircase. "Come," he cried, "there is not a moment to be lost. At any minute they may enter our room and find it empty! You are ready? Then, not too softly, or it may rouse suspicion! And mumble something at the door."
"The door, girl!" she whispered. "Lock it!" "Ay, lock it! And they can go by the back-stairs," Madame Carlat answered, awaking suddenly to the situation. "Through my closet! Once in the yard they may pass out through the stables." "Which way?" Tignonville asked impatiently. "Don't stand looking at me, but " "Through this door!" Madame Carlat answered, hurrying to it.
Suddenly he stooped, his face hardly less white than hers: their eyes met; he would have kissed her. She did not withdraw from his arm, but she drew back her face, her eyes half shut. "No!" she murmured. "No! While I live I am his. But we die together, Tignonville! We die together. It will not last long, will it? And afterwards "
A bystander, a lean man in rusty black, chuckled as he listened. "But the woman or the child for choice, eh, Jehan?" he said. And he looked to Tignonville to join in the jest. "Ay, give me a white throat for choice!" the cripple answered, with horrible zest. "And there'll be delicate necks to prick to-night! Lord, I think I hear them squeal!
Tavannes ate the prune slowly, seemed to give a little thought to its flavour, approved it a true Agen plum, and at last spoke. "It is not for you to say whether she promised," he returned dryly, "nor for me. It is for Mademoiselle." "You leave it to her?" "I leave it to her to say whether she promised." "Then she must say No!" Tignonville cried in a tone of triumph and relief.
Tignonville replied in a voice of triumph. "Ha, ha! I touch you there!" he continued. "You dare not, for my safety is part of the price, and is more to you than it is to myself! You may threaten, M. de Tavannes, you may bluster, and shout and point to the window" and he mocked, with a disdainful mimicry, the other's gesture "but my safety is more to you than to me! And 'twill end there!"
Then when the Hand of Providence had shown itself most plainly, and in a manner to melt the heart with awe and thankfulness, the message had been blurred. Seriously the Huguenot asked himself what it portended. To Tignonville, if he thought of it at all, the matter was the matter of an egg, and stopped there.
Between the tiles, which sloped steeply on either hand, a faint light filtered in, disclosing the giant rooftree running the length of the house, and at the farther end of the loft the main tie-beam, from which a network of knees and struts rose to the rooftree. Tignonville, who seemed possessed by unnatural energy, stayed only to put off his boots.
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