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210 WHAT WOMAN WISHES, GOD WISHES. eater “Quick now, and you, make haste! ’ said he to Grippara’ 8 companions, who betook themselves to the fields. Déroute rode rapidly along a little path, in which he was followed by Belle-Rose and Cornelius. At the end of a quarter of an hour the cavaliers perceived the sharp- - pointed arrow of a chapel which was outlined in black upon a clear sky. : ‘‘A dig of the spur, and we are there,’’ said the sergeant. At the door of this chapel two women were waiting, im- -movable and full of anxiety. “This is the hour, and I hear nothing yet,’’ said one of them. “My God!’ said the other, ‘‘save him, and let me die.” Each of them heard the pulsations of her heart; their eyes did not quit the path except to turn toward heaven. In the chapel a priest was praying near an altar. Sud- denly the echoing gallop of several horses was heard. The two women sought to pierce the darkness with their eyes; soon they perceived three cavaliers, and recognized the one who galloped at the head. at - ‘“Saved!’’ they exclaimed, and by a spontaneous move- - ment they.threw themselves into each other’s arms. Presently the three cavaliers arrived; Genevieve snatched herself from Suzanne’s arms. ‘‘Rarewell!’’ said she; ‘‘be blessed, madame, you who ~ have saved him.’’ Suzanne wished to detain Genevieve; so much resigna- tion mixed with such a profound erief touched her. ‘Let me go, madame, ’ " Said Genevieve, in a dying voice; ‘‘he loves you, be happy.” She entered the chapel and made some steps; but, over- come by suffering, she fell upon her knees behind a pillow. Belle-Rose leaped from his horse and found himself in the — arms of Suzanne. : ‘‘Free! both of us free!’’ she whispered to him. Belle-Rose pressed her to his heart and glued his lips to her chaste forehead. But already Déroute and Cornelius had gone behind the chapel to get some English horses of which the Irishman knew the speed. aie be horse, ”’ said the sergeant, ‘‘each word robs us of a league. ”’ ‘Yes, Taoqiies, fly,’’ added Suzanne. ° “Me, fly!’’ said Belle-Rose; ‘‘I am going to the camp.’ ‘Ah! said Déroute, ‘‘it would be shorter then to Ee og to the Bastile.’’ ~~ ‘*But I shall be heard, I shall be judged!”’ comicbooks.