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Pe Ala ae 202 | WHAT WOMAN WISHES, GOD WISHES. head. The funnel was filled again. A violent convulsion agitated the body of the patient, he uttered a hollow cry, stiffened his limbs, broke the bonds which bound one of — his arms, seized the funnel, crushed it between his fingers, and, overwhelmed by suffering, fell back fainting upon the chair. The physician, who had been consulting Belle- | Rose’s pulse, placed his hand upon the patient's heart. ‘‘Well?’’ asked the governor. ‘‘Hh!’’ said the physician, ‘‘he is a vigorous subject. He could still be made to swallow one or two pints; but at the third he would run the risk of dying.”’ The valets got ready the funnel and buckets. ‘‘Ts he in a condition to hear me?’’ said the governor. ‘*‘Him?’’ said the physician. ‘‘EKh, monsieur, the trum- pets of Jericho might sound without making him move! Nevertheless we have a means of returning to patients the use of their senses.’ ‘What is it?”’ ‘Hot irons. ’’ “They are ready,’’ said one of the torturers, pointing out with his finger the chafing-dish. The governor stopped him witha gesture; horror and pity were depicted upon his face. ‘“We have had enough of that. I will inform Monsieur de Louvois of the result of this sitting, and we shall see about it after,’’ said he. Upon his ordér Belle-Rose was carried back to his room; the physician followed him. When the sad cortege had passed the door, the governor shook his head. “Il had predicted it,’’ he murmured. ‘‘He is one of those - men who die and do not speak.’’ CHAPTER XXIX. WHAT WOMAN WISHES, GOD WISHES. Informed by the governor of what had taken place dur- _ ing the night at the Bastile, Monsieur de Louvois shrugged his shoulders. ‘It is unfortunate,’’ said he, ‘‘that Belle-Rose belongs to Monsieur de Luxembourg. Were it not for this since we. might have made something out of him.’’ ‘““What! monseigneur, you know?”’ cf ROG everything; while you were ‘submitting him to. co COMIC sys <=