Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 210: what you’re looking at

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196 THE ARGUMENTS OF A MINISTER. of marriage a tomb, and you say that I do not love him!” Never had Suzanne spoken with this exaltation; Gene- vieve looked at her with surprise, and felt touched even to tears at the aspect of that countenance in which were re- flected all the sacrifices of a soul @ moment unvailed. Genevieve fell to her knees. ‘You love him! you love him! my God! What am I be- side you?’’ When Suzanne returned to Monsieur d’Albergotti she was very pale, and her reddened eyes still preserved the traces of the tears which she had shed. Meanwhile Madame de Chateaufort pushed straight on to Paris. She descended from the carriage only to mount to Monsieur de Louvois’ room. At the first words which she uttered touching on the affair which had brought her to Paris, the minister stopped her. ‘*Belle-Rose owes you his life once already. He shall not owe you anything else.”’ Madame de Chateaufort let escape a gesture of astonish- ment. ‘Oh!’ continued Monsieur de Louvois, ‘‘memory is one of the requirements of my profession. I forget nothing. Belle-Rose’s new crime is not one of those for which a man is beheaded, but it is sufficient to detain him in prison the rest of his life. He is at the Bastile—he shall stay there.’’ CHAPTER XXVIII. THE ARGUMENTS OF A MINISTER. After the accustomed formalities which preceded the incarceration of a prisoner in the Bastile, Belle-Rose had been taken to a room which had a view giving upon the Faubourg St. Antoine. He heard the bolts close and found himself alone. When night came the profoundest obscurity enveloped him; it was with difficulty that he recognized, by the pale light which came from it, the place where the window opened. It was narrow and provided with stout iron bars. At a musket-shot below, the little houses of the Faubourg St. Antoine showed their roofs. Here and there, in the midst of the shadows shone immovable lights which were located in these houses. Belle-Rose leaned against the window-sill, and looked at that corner of the great city from which mounted still a little of that murmur (e(o)l aa) Ehboo S (