Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 87: what you’re looking at

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A FRIEND AND AN ENEMY. 75 pass Monsieur de Villebrais was disarmed. Belle-Rose broke guard. “Tell me, monsieur, that you regret all this, and I will think no more about it,”’ he exclaimed. Monsisur de Villebrais had already picked up his sword; without making any answer, he again fellon guard. Belle- Rose had recovered enough sang-froid to recollect that the man whom he was facing was an officer. He would have preferred, then, to confine himself to parrying, but Mon- sieur de Villebrais pushed him so roughly that he was forced to give thrust for thrust. The clashing of steel ani- mated him, and a thrust which scratched him succeeded in making him lose all circumspection. Two minutes after his sword penetrated the breast of Monsieur de Vil- lebrais. Monsieur de Villebrais wished to return the thrust, but the blade escaped from his hand, a stream of blood mounted to his lips, and he fell upon his Enees. The raised him and leaned him against a tree. ““It may be that he will not get over it, monsieur,”’ said he to Belle-Rose; “begin by leaving; we will arrange the affair after.’’ : “This man is my lheutenant,*’ replied Belle-Rose, his __ reddened sword in hand. iy *‘Ah, diable!’’ said the unknown; “‘it means that you . are in danger of being shot. Leaveall the more quickly, *“And my sister?’ _ “answer for her.”’ - “You swear it.”’ a. rom St. Omer, i in Artois, and my name is Jacques : otherwise called Belle-Rose, sergeant of sappers Sal ee Gy he =e Toe rc. r Sha, Se ee: "a: dnt eee : : " 4 * = dy * > “ ! te ’ = Sa WA e 5 = ae eee