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‘é Pare. -* 7 Me se mo = “a A SERVANT OF SATAN. Lage 79 and afraid that if he made any attempt to resist she would create a disturbance and reveal his identity to all the by- standers, followed her without a word. They soon reached a part of the gardens which was comparatively deserted, and Rose led the way to a small arbor. Throwing herself down on one of the wooden benches, she crossed her arms, and, looking insolently into her husband’s face, exclaimed, in a hard, rasping voice: | “Concealment is useless with me. I would have recog- nized you fifty years hence. If love is blind, hatred is not. I have a little account to square with you, mon cher, and you had better hear me out. J am not surprised at your look of alarm when you realized who it was that had kicked at your hat. It is unpleasant to be recognized when one_ has so very much to keep dark.” ‘What do you mean? Ido not understand you.” “‘Oh, yes, you do. ‘The newspapers have hinted at your doings in India, and a man who had made your acquaint- ance out there caught sight of one of your portraits in my yooms about a fortnight ago. From him—I forget his name, but he was an English captain—I heard the whole story of your connection with the murder of ‘‘Hush, for Heaven’s sake! not so loud!” interrupted Frederick, terror-stricken. ‘‘ You don’t know what you are saying! If any one were to hear you!” ‘“What do I care 1f the whole world hears?” retorted Rose. ‘* You didn’t take the trouble of thinking about the world’s opinion when you thrust your wife out into the street in the middle of the night and suffered her to be locked up at St. Lazarre as a common street-walker. Every dog has its day, Monsieur le Comte, and I mean to show you that I can be as cruel and relentless as you are your- self.” “You surely will not betray me, Rose. You loved me once. I am arich man now, and can do much for you, if GComichboo CS co ‘s ; Noe Mowe et Oy VY Mes Sl 3 eget ie)