Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 178: what you’re looking at

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164 A TRAP, At this kiss, an unhoped-for joy filled the heart of Genevieve. She threw back her head and wound her feeble arms around Belle-Rose’s neck. ‘‘My God! I no longer suffer,’’ said she. a, oe Soe CHAPTER XXIII. A TRAP. The next morning, when Belle-Rose opened his eyes, he was alone. For one moment he believed that a feverish dream had troubled his imagination; silence surrounded him, but a vague and sweet perfume with which the air was impregnated recalled to him the fact that Madame de Chateaufort had come to his tent. He arose somewhat troubled, and as he was seeking everywhere, expecting to see her rise from some direction, his gaze fell upon a faded rose whose petals strewed the ground at the foot of the bed. At this sight, the young officer covered his face with his hands. “Oh, my God!’’ said he, ‘‘yesterday I still loved Suzanne.’’ His eyes could not quit the poor, abandoned flower whose indiscernible perfumes mounted to his heart like a reproach. He stooped sadly, and picking up the withered petals, he placed them in a medallion, which he wore suspended to his neck. ‘*Poor leaves!’’ he murmured, pressing them to his lips, ‘‘vou are still sweet and fragrant like her from whom you come.’’ At this instant Sergeant Déroute entered his tent. ‘There is a man here asking for you,”’ he said to him. ‘‘Do you know him?”’ ‘‘No, but it is to you alone that he wishes to speak.’’ ‘It is well; let him wait a minute, and I am at his service. ’’ Belle-Rose slipped his sword into his belt, clasped his coat, took up his hat, and went out. The Lorraine was waiting for him before the door. ‘‘What do you want with me?’’ Belle-Rose said to him. ‘*T wish to see Jacques Grinedal, lieutenant of artillery in the regiment of La Ferté,’’ replied the rascal, who in- tended to conscientiously carry out his mission. ‘‘Is it indeed to him I have the honor of speaking?”’ (E(0) =) iGbooks:¢o