Penny Dreadfuls, 1895 · page 347 of 394
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THE SPRING OF 1672. 329 ‘**Go!”’ said he. The great door of the hotel revolved upon its hinges the grooms started at a gallop, the carriage followed them, and all the escort moved off in the midst of noise and flashes of light. The police were waiting in the street. At sight of the carriage on which the escutcheon with the three golden fleurs de lis sparkled, they hesitated. ‘‘Make way for the carriage of the Prince de Condé!”’ cried the grooms, whose horses were neighing and prancing. The dazzled archers made way, and the procession passed rapidly on. ‘*All the same, my dear,’’ said Monsieur de Pomereux to Belle-Rose, when they had turned the corner of the Rue du Roi-de-Sicile, ‘‘I believe that you would have done better to kill Monsieur de Charny.”’ CHAPTER XLIX. THE SPRING OF 1672. Instead of making for Chantilly, Monsieur de Pomer- eux’s carriage, as soon as they had passed beyond St. Denis, turned in the direction of Pontoise. Gaston, who had opened his eyes for a moment, closed them soon and went to sleep again. Déroute rubbed his hands and looked at times in the direction of Paris. ‘*In faith, captain,’’ said he, when they were in the open country, ‘‘perhaps Monsieur de Pomereux was right, but I acknowledge that the furious and despairing face of Monsieur de Charny filled me with joy; he was upon his chair, white as a specter, and galling the palm of his hands with his nails.”’ The sun had been shining for two or three hours when the foaming team drew up before the doors of the abbey. Grippard was the first to notice the arrival of the carriage. Suzanne, warned by him, ran to meet Belle-Rose. “It is to Monsieur de Pomereux that I am indebted for seeing you again,’’ said the captain, presenting the count to his wife. s Suzanne took Monsieur de Pomereux’s hands between ers. | “Once again!’’ she exclaimed; “‘you are lavish of devo- (E(0) micooo 3