Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 80: what you’re looking at

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78 BEAPARD, THE. srY. _,.“ Remain !” said a deep voice, _.. He turned, and saw a man of tremendous stature, hold- ing in his hand a heavy club, which he swung high above his head, “ Have I been decoyed hereto be murdered ?’ shrieked Du- jardin. “ No, villain. . We are not of your kind. Look to it that you'remain until we have done with you,” “ You may retire now, Gabriel,” said the lady. “He will stay to see the other pictures of his life.” The shadows again began to fall upon the wall, and showed another, scene. A duelin a crowded room; a group of young men, most of them in the uniform of, the French service, formed ina circle, and in the midst the combatants. One of then was down, and the other was standing over him, wiping his bloody sword. ; The face of the man upon his back was that of Dujardin. os ““ You see this?” said the woman, in a. thrilling voice. “ Yes, " said he, in a half- whisper. “It is well.. Let the picture pass, and another come,” ., Again the shadows came upon the picture, and it was gone, They came quickly now. As the third fell upon the wall, Du- jardin uttered a yell of absolute terror, and covered his eyes. A man, was benging. over another, who lay, dead upon the road. The face of the deud man was half-concealed from sight ; but that of the, murderer was in plain view ; it was that of Du- jardin |’ | . “ Fiend, devil. in woman's form,” he cried. * Who are you, and how dare you rake from the depths of the past the story of old days, and bring it,up like this? It is afoul lie. Who has dared to make me their sport in this way ?” “ Peace, fool! you know not what you say. I,haye shown you a true picture of your life in France... You can not-deny it with truth. I could show you more.. I could bring you pictures from, a long life of guilt, I could show yuu burning cabins, and old. men, and, women. thrown. on. the blazing rafters, I could show.you braye young. D'Arigny, murdered * ORE DARGIS i “ Now, by my patron saint, who coyld stand idly and bear soch insults as these, does not deserve the name of. mau. CcomiclboookSse©