Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 377: what you’re looking at

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THE RUE DE L’ARBRE-SEC. 309 denly recalled the order which Monsieur de Charny had given on mounting within the carriage. ‘The road to St. Denis,’’ he thought, ‘‘is also the road to St. Claire d’Ennery.’”’ Déroute’s forehead grew somber. ‘‘Has my master written anything?’ he asked the usher. ‘*He has written a letter,’’ answered a lackey, who was in the anteroom, and who was the same one whom Mon- sieur de Charny had stopped. “Where is this letter?” ‘Monsieur de Charny has taken it, flies me that he would charge himself with it.’’ Déroute frowned; Monsieur de Charny’s face had, at the moment when that gentleman had mounted within the carriage, an expression of lugubrious gayety which the faithful servant recollected. Without knowing why, he was afraid, and soon his own emotion frightened him; he was a man, we know, who believed in presentiments and submitted to their influence. When he was in the court he no longer resisted his presentiment; he struck Grippard with his fist. Grippard, awakened in surprise, bounded to his feet. ‘*When Belle-Rose descends,’’ said the sergeant, ‘‘you will tell him that I have left for St. Claire d’Ennery.’’ ‘‘What are you going to the abbey for?’’ replied Grip- pard, rubbing his eyes. ‘**T do not know, it is my idea.”’ Déroute procured himself a horse and set out. Monsieur de Charny had, as Déroute foresaw, pushed on in the direction of St. Claire d’Ennery. At St. Denis he changed horses and gave a gold louis to the postilion, for which he spurred the horses vigorously. At half a league from the abbey Monsieur de Charny alighted from the carriage. There was upon the side of the road a hut where wine and whisky were sold, and before the huta kind of peasant who was pitching up sous and catching them in his hand. Monsieur de Charny went to him. ‘*Do you wish to gain two crowns?’’ he said to him. ‘Three, if you permit it,’’ replied the peasant, whose eyes shone. **Come, then, and do what I tell you.”’ Monsieur de Charny took him to the carriage, drew from it a basket enveloped in fine linen and brought forth from his pocket Belle-Rose’s letter. **You know where the Abbey of St. Claire d’Ennery (E(0) micooo S) (E(0) =)