Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 205: what you’re looking at

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TWO WOMEN’S HEARTS. 191 ‘‘Open in the name of the king,’’ said a voice outside. ‘The shortest way would be to burst in the door,’’ said the flute-like voice of the child. Three blows with the butt-end of a musket answered him; the wood cracked, and the child, sure that the ravisher could not escape on that side, ran to the garden. Belle-Rose, kneeling in front of the chimney, was stirring up what was left of the papers. Peppe suddenly showed his face at the window; in one bound he reached the hearth, pushed aside Belle-Rose, and sought and searched. between the irons. <A cloud of ashes were scattered over the child’s face. Peppe arose. ‘*Monsieur,’’ said he to the officer, throwing a viper-like glance at Belle-Rose, ‘‘there is the man who stole the papers belonging to Monsieur Bergame.”’ ‘*Eh, boy,’’ replied Belle-Rose, ‘‘you should not lie; I have purchased what was for sale.’’ ‘*Papers which were destined to Monsieur de Louvois!’’ replied the child, who had grown slightly pale. This redoubtable name, of which Peppe had already em- ployed the influence, again produced its effect. ‘‘March, monsieur,’’ said the officer. The gallop of a horse resounded in the Rue du Pot-de- Fer St. Sulpice. Belle-Rose smiled and turned to the officer. ‘*Where do you take me, monsieur?’’ he said to him. ‘*To the Bastile.’’ CHAPTER XXVII. TWO WOMEN’S HEARTS. Déroute never stopped in his journey from Paris to Douai, where the army now was. Monsieur de Luxem- bourg had pushed on in the direction of Belgium by way of Limbourg. Pierre was the first person whom Déroute informed of Belle-Rose’s misadventure. Pierre, on hearing this narrative, threw his musket to the ground with so much violence that he broke the stock. ‘‘Run to see the Irishman, I am going to see Monsieur de Naucrais,’’ he said to him. Monsieur de Naucrais thought of Monsieur de Luxem- --bourg; Cornelius thought of Madame de Chateaufort. fhe one knew the honor of the gentleman, the other had : Le * gesuesh the heart of the woman, Two hours after, Monsieur Gomicbooks <0)