Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 44: what you’re looking at

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43 DESPARD, ‘THE GPT. ° Dujardin, |“ We will make the search. My damage Lang- lier, swears he saw this fellow at the window.” ~ © While they were parleying, Anselmo had ‘pulled’a bell ‘and Annette came hurrying in. “Take Monsieur Wilton to the place you know of,” he said. “ Leave him’ there and return to your’ room. ‘When all is safe, ring the bell.” © : All this was done in a moment, but Captain Dujardin was getting impatient nevertheless. ‘Open the door, I charge you. Once before this night I-dared not break in because I had no warrant. I have one now. Axes!” At this time a bell rung in another part of the house. Anselmo gave a gesture: of pleasure: ©; If you have a war- rant, monsieur, far be it from me, a loyal subject of France, se refuse to open my doors at any fiour. Enter.” \oHe;threw open the door with bis own’! hands;’‘and a dozen posceet are of the guard poured into the litde: hall, “At the sight of Anselmo; standing before: them in his white robe, they felt a sudden thrill of: awe, and would have fallen back, mad not thei leader spoken. io“ What is yourname?” | “ Anselmo Girard.” Bsges Your, occupation idl i A student.” ° “ Are you loyal te France ”’ | : y “ My heart has been epee in that long ‘a. “Ha, oom, Mariot Dujardin?” |). . *¥ot know me, then?” © -» “Phere are few things Iocan not tell mie your: spat 3, if you would have me do it, Mariot. I would také.:you back to the sheltering groves of Norniandy. | I would speak to:you in: the voice:of 8.woman, long since in ated alles pent whom men called ‘Teresé'D’Arcy.’”” “ OY” cried: Dojardin, clutching at his throat as if ina fit. “ Are you man or demon Pr Wet ‘doi ven know of: those forgotten days?” vols La. « “T know eink and more “oe enetahi Matiot. I could ‘speak: of a duel by the mess-table; of the murder on the:road, ‘hear the great grove on the D'Arcy catate. . —— my ome e bin like.” “ Silence; madman. The air ‘is: full ‘of sorcery to-nigh t com vee