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134 WHEAT AND TARES. the hall, the general exclaimed, without turning his head: ‘‘What is it now, and what do you want with me? Have I not given orders to let no one enter?’’ ‘‘Monsieur le Duc, I have forced the sentry At these words, at the sound of this unknown voice, the Duc de Luxembourg arose. ‘It is an audacity which will cost you dear, monsieur, ”’ said he, and he rang a bell. The soldiers on guard and some officers entered. ‘‘A word, I pray you! You can dispose of my life after- ward,’’ said Belle-Rose, just as Monsieur de Luxembourg was undoubtedly going to give the order for his arrest. The general was silent. His eyes inflamed by anger, wandered over Belle-Rose; the disorder of the young officer, the frankness of his physiognomy, the resolution ~ of his look, the anxiety to be read upon his countenance, - touched the illustrious captain. He made a sign of the hand; everybody went out, and the Duc de Luxembourg and Belle-Rose were left alone. CHAPTER XIX. WHEAT AND TARES. The general and the lieutenant looked at each other for a minute before speaking. If one had been able to read Monsieur de Luxembourg’s heart, one would have seen pass therein the fugitive and uncertain light of a recollec- tion drowned in the shadows of a stormy and active life. As to Belle-Rose, never before this hour had he found — himself—at least, he thought so—in the presence of the famous captain whose renown shone with a radiant splen- dor even between the redoubtable names of Turenne and Condé. A respectful fear seized his soul, and his proud look was lowered before Monsieur de Luxembourg, whom he nevertheless over-topped by a whole head. The vague recollection of the general was effaced likea flash; he only saw before him now a presumptuous soldier whom it was necessary to listen to first and to punish afterward. ‘‘Whatdo you wish? Speak!’’ said he. ‘IT come to implore the pardon of a guilty man.” ‘‘His name?”’ ‘‘Monsieur de Naucrais.’ ‘“The captain who ee the Spaniards to-day ang took Gosselies?’’ —_—- <= > ay 7 ecomicbooks.co be an sg ye: 2.)