Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 191: what you’re looking at

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A CITY WON. Lik funereal cry which did not seem to belong to earth; it erated upon the earand chilled the heart; the depths of space swallowed it up, and there was no longer anything to be heard except the soft murmur of the foliage shaken by the wind. The frightened Genevieve knelt down. ‘*My God!’’ said she, ‘‘is it Gaston’s soul calling me?’’ Belle-Rose felt a death-like shiver run to the roots of his hair, which was moistened by a cold sweat. He rushed to the window and opened it. The serene night enveloped the country in its transparent obscurity; the breeze sang _ between the flowery branches of the hawthorns, and in the shadow of a hedge an amorous song-bird was to be heard chattering upon its nest. An invincible terror kept Gene- vieve kneeling upon the floor; she had the pallor of marble, her head thrown back seemed to still be drinking in the horror of this cry, and her hands twisted the thick curls of her floating hair. Belle-Rose sounded with his eyes the profundity of the night; his hand had strayed to the guard of his sword, and this soldier who knew not fear waited mute and shivering. Another cry, a lugubrious cry, suddenly burst forth and was prolonged under the starry sky; it was at once a heart-rending complaint and a formidable menace, a cry which congealed the blood. Madame de Chateaufort, mad with fright, bounded to the knees of Belle-Rose and clung to them. All at once the door was violently opened, and Pierre rushed into the room, his naked sword in his hand; Camille followed close behind him. ‘‘Do you hear, brother?’’ said, in a low tone, the pale young man; ‘‘do you hear?’’ Belle-Rose disengaged himself from Madame de Chateau. fort’s embrace and drew his sword. ‘Come, brother!’’ said he, and both of them hurriedly left the pavilion. CHAPTER XXV. A CITY WON. _-~=« Madame de ChAteaufort followed Belle-Rose and Pierre. In the state of mortal fright in which her soul was plunged, what she dreaded before everything was to re- - mainalone. The landscape was calm and peaceful. The ao. sewed eas in a blonde light, were lost in a placid and Gomicboo (E(0)