Penny Dreadfuls, 1895 · page 303 of 394
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THE ABBESS OF THE CONVENT OF ST. CLAIRE. 287 ‘‘Morbleu!’’ he exclaimed, ‘‘I owe you my life!’’ and he lowered the point of his sword. Belle-Rose pushed straight up to him. ‘‘Forget it and let us finish!’’ he exclaimed. Monsieur de Pomereux let his sword remain lowered and saluted him with the hand. ‘‘In my place, monsieur, you would do nothing of the kind,’’ he said; ‘‘permit me, then, to jmitate you in some. thing. I have besides my revenge to take, and I wish it in its entirety.”’ The count spoke with a dignity which struck Belle-Rose; in his turn the captain turned the point of his sword toward the ground. ‘*Here are the lackeys!’’ exclaimed Déroute. ‘The lackeys belong to the master, and the master is conquered,’’ replied the count. As he said this, he took his sword in both hands, and breaking the blade, he threw away the pieces. ‘‘What are you doing?’’ exclaimed Belle-Rose. ‘‘You have conquered and disarmed me, that is all,’’ re- plied the count. Suzanne gave him her hand; Monsieur de Pomereux kissed it with as much grace as if he had been at a ball, and threw himself before his lackeys. ‘‘Down with the muskets!’’ he exclaimed. The stupefied lackeys obeyed. Monsieur de Pomereux made some steps in the direction of Belle-Rose and Cor- nelius. **Go,’’ he said to them; ‘‘over there, to your left, in the direction of Livilliers; there is an abbey where you will undoubtedly be received. But above all, do not delay a minute. Listen!’’ . All listened intently. The gallop of a troop of cavaliers resounded a quarter of a league away. ‘‘Monsieur de Charny is not far off, and Bouletord fol- lows him with seven or eight archers,’’ continued Monsieur de Pomereux. ‘‘You are a noble young man!’’ exclaimed Cornelius, shaking him cordially by the hand. ‘‘What would you, one must pay one’s debts,’’ Monsieur de Pomereux gayly answered him. The fugitives entered a path which led through the - fields. They had not made five hundred steps when Boule- tord and Monsieur de Charny came up with Monsieur de Pomereux. The police rode fresh horses, which they had S _ found at an inn upon the road, a little before St. Ouse » (E(0) =}