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"Spinoza, although a Jew," says the Abbé Sabatier, a member of the Catholic clergy, "always lived as a Christian, and was as well versed in our divine Testament as in the books of the ancient Law. If he ended, as we cannot doubt he did, in embracing Christianity, he ought to be enrolled in the rank of saints, instead of being placed at the head of the enemies of God."

It might be useless, perhaps others were watching in the passage without, ready to rush in at the slightest sound; still, it would be something attempted. He had succeeded in silencing the man at the Lion d'Or that night, why should he not succeed again? The next morning Sabatier came before his time, Barrington was not ready to take him unawares.

I left them alone with him, and in a few minutes they called me and said they must leave for Paris at once." Sabatier flung the coat aside with an oath. "This is Citizen Latour's business," he said to his companions. "And he's been helping aristocrats," said one man, pointing to the landlord still leaning by the wall.

In a moment every eye was turned upon him. Jacques Sabatier smiled. "I was going to the prison to ask that question," Bruslart went on. "She is a woman, that I have heard of, but no more. I am interested enough to wonder whether she was an acquaintance of mine in the past." "An acquaintance!" and there was a chorus of laughter. "It was Mademoiselle St. Clair," said Boissin.

The sight of Sabatier, therefore, did not recall Jeanne St. Clair to his mind, she had hardly been absent from his thoughts for a moment, but set him speculating in another direction. "How far do you suppose this inn, the Lion d'Or, is along the road yonder?" he asked suddenly. "Not a mile," was the answer. Barrington nodded thoughtfully. Seth's opinion agreed with his own.

"I do not know. If I could see any object in his doing so I might suspect him." "The Abbaye," Latour muttered, getting up and pacing the room. "The Abbaye. We must get her out, Sabatier. She would never be acquitted.

Sabatier, waiting by the Chat Rouge, had heard the sudden cry, "An aristocrat! The American!" yet he dared not have interfered openly to save Barrington. Had the fugitive not turned suddenly into the archway where Sabatier waited, it is certain that Sabatier would not have gone out to rescue him. The chance to help him at little risk had offered itself, and he had taken it.

Forget that you have helped me to mine, do not ask what form that revenge is to take. I may some day help you to yours and be as secret and reticent." "I shall not forget the promise," Sabatier returned, and it was easy to see that he was pleased with the confidence placed in him. "First thing in the morning get to the inn and tell Mercier and Dubois to bring her here.

When Sabatier had shown the importance of combinations of hydrogen effected by what is known as a catalyst, numerous patents were taken out by other people, of course on which were founded very flourishing businesses. Sabatier profited by none of these so I understand. He received a Nobel prize for his discoveries; but another hath his heritage.

He understood very little of what was going forward in the country. "Where are the aristocrats?" hissed a dozen raucous voices. "Those guests of yours," said Sabatier. "They have gone went soon after you left last night. It was a surprise, but I had no power to stop them." There was an angry movement toward the landlord. "Wait," said Sabatier. "He is probably a liar. We shall see."