Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 77: what you’re looking at

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could not or would not tell any thing. Where he had gone, whence he had come, when he would return; all was in the dark. She knew nothing of the men who had come into the house, They were strangers to her, she avowed. She denied u)l the statements of the sergeant, in toto; said that the Bur- gundy she had set before him was very strong, and she should not be surprised if that had something to do with his strange powers of invention. She was at last released and allowed to return; but she went back to Marie, not to Anselmo’s house.’ OHAPTER VIII. DUJARDIN’S VISIONS. Martor Dusarpim, on the night following the trial of the old servant, went out alone. That is, he supposed so, when, in reality his trusty servant was close at his heels, watching every step he took, slinking around the corners of dark streets, stopping when he stopped, and again going forward when he pursued his way. He stopped at last befure a house which stood by itself, gloomy and dark ; he rapped at the door, and it swung open, apparently without human agency, for no ser- vant appeared. There was something in the mysterious and silent manner jn which the door opened and swallowed up the major, which awed the servant, and he halted in the street and looked rather nervously at the iysterious door. As he stood there, a voice sounded in his ear; at the same moment a firm hand fell upon his shoulder. | “You watch Dujardin,” said the voice. Astonished by the assertion, Claude could only stammer, without: making any connected reply. “ Do not deny it. Enter here, I give you leave ; for I take it you are no friend of Dujardin.” it oe “ Enter where ?” “At-yonder door.” “I do not know the occupants of the house.” ‘ You need net, sir. Pasa on unquestioned. Within yon- der house you will be safc, so long 48 you follow and wateli comicboookS.G©