Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 19: what you’re looking at

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=, A BAP AT THE DOOR. 17 “ You feel for me,” he cried. “ Ah, what is it to feel again c+ woman’s sympathy and woman’s care! J ‘have lived so long alone, since the blow which made me desolate, that I had almost forgotten what it is to feel that care. I thank», you. Whatever my fate, this will be remembered, even in a dying hour.” “You are Wilton’s friend,” she said. “Once before this, you have aided in my escape from the hands of a bad man. I can not thank you enough. But, if a maiden’s prayers can avail aught, then you have mine forever.” “Then you suspect some one ?” “ Certainly. Who is‘there in Montreal so base that he would dare to seize me in that way, except Mariot Dujardin,” she replied. “Tt would have been better for us all if we had snaffered Wilton to finish him that night by the river when they fought. Much sorrow would have been saved. He is an able and de- termined villain, but he has tied our hands. To betray him is to betray a dozen others, good men’ and true, who do not love France. I fear the subtle knave suspects that, for some reason, we dare not assail him. He acts like ‘it.” “I met him in the street this morning, and his evil smile made me afraid.. He never spoke a word; but he laid his hand upon his heart, and bowed low to me in mockery. He—” At this moment came a rap at’ the doer. Marie looked up in surprise. Who could have occasion to visit her at that. hour? She went to the parlor window, from whence to look out upon the veranda. But one man was there, and him she decided to admit. Making a motion to Despard to go into a small room to the right’ of the fireplace, she opened the door and admitted the man who stood there—a dark-faced, hand- some fellow, in the uniform of a reeeng in the Canadian troops. “ Mariot Dujardin !’ she cried, ‘etarting back. | “ What brings you here ?” “ My inclinations, my charining mademoiselle:- It has been so long since I haVe had the pleasure of speaking: ‘with you face to face. Excuse me for the intrusion.” While speaking, he hud laid his plumed chapeau aijels the comicbOokS.s.ec©