Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 108: what you’re looking at

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96 A SERPENT IN THE SHADOW. order to make me quits with you, God has permitted me to save you once again. Now let me leave!”’ Madame de Chateaufort arose frightened and all in tears; her eyes shone like two diamonds. ‘*Leave!’’ she exclaimed; ‘‘but I love you!”’ met mete es CHAPTER XIII. A SERPENT IN THE SHADOW. Belle-Rose did not leave; the first link in the strong and burning chain of pleasure was riveted to his heart. He trod a flowery path strewn with those enchantments which are born under the footsteps of beauty, youth, and love. In the meantime a letter reached him from Cornelius O’Brien; it informed him that Monsieur de Villebrais, who, contrary to expectation, had recovered from his wounds, was pressing the pursuit of which Belle-Rose was the object; that Monsieur d’Assonville, after being shot in an engagement with some raiders on the frontier, had just quitted his cantonment; it was believed that he had left for Paris with the infention of consulting some sur- eeons more skillful than those of his squadron. As to Claudine, she was in the country with her mistress, whom Monsieur d’Albergotti had taken to the Duchess de Longueville’s, with whom he had been on friendly terms in the time of the Fronde. Cornelius O’Brien promised his friend to find out what steps Monsieur de Villebrais would take, and to inform him of those particular ones which might be of interest to him. Belle-Rose may have sighed after he read the letter, but perceiving Madame de Chateaufort advancing to him, he no longer thought of it. Belle-Rose and Genevieve often wandered over the park on each other’s arms, sat down at the most solitary places, followed the shadiest paths, and let the day fade and the night begin without counting the hours. But during the last two or three days they found that they were not alone, no matter where they were. A man kept them un- der espionage in their rambles, and after night came, fol- lowed in their footsteps. Concealed in the thickets of the park, he watched for their approach and seemed to be waiting, patient and silent as a tiger, for a propitious hour to carry out a mysterious design. At times, as the two lovers plunged into the obscurest part of the park, a noise comicbooks in