Belle-Rose — page 289: what you’re looking at

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278 BY THE AID OF FIRE. single ery. The entire blade had disappeared in the wound. At the same moment thev heard Grippard’s im- precation, and Déroute’s rush to the wall. Belle-Rose and Cornelius threw themselves into the somber corner from which the man had launched himself and waited, pistols in hand. Déroute mounted a tree ten steps away from them and crossed the wall at a bound. Belle-Rose climbed like the sergeant and was followed by Cornelius. At the end of a moment Bouletord and Grippard came up. From the midst of the branches where they were concealed they heard Bouletord’s exclamation on seeing the dead body. Tranquil as Déroute, they kept quiet; toward midnight the rain began to fall; the night was black, the nearest sentinel was promenading twenty steps away. Belle-Rose and Cornelius descended from the tree and walked softly over the rain-soaked ground. ‘“Who goes there?’’ some one cried, ten steps away from them. This time Belle-Rose and Cornelius fled without reply- ing. ‘“QOui vivel’’ repeated the voice, and at the same moment a shot was fired. Belle-Rose and Cornelius kept running. ‘‘Brother, are you hit?’’ said Cornelius. ‘*T have the ball in my cloak,’’ replied Belle-Rose. Bouletord’s troop was behind them; but the shadows were so thick that they soon reached the Rue de Sévres without being disturbed. ‘*Where are you taking me?’”’ Bethe Boss asked Cornelius. ‘“‘Come on,’’ said the Irishman, who had his idea. At the end of a quarter of an hour they arrived at the Rue du Roi-de-Sicile. Cornelius struck at the hotel of the Comte de Pomereux. The intendant was called, and at sight of his master’s ring, he introduced the two strangers into a comfortable apartment, where, by his order, a sup- per was served. | ‘Where the devil are we?’ said Belle-Rose. | ‘““At the home of our enemy, Monsieur de Pomereux, and we are better off here than at our friend Monsieur Mériset’s,’’ replied the Irishman. / This nicht the house in the Rue du Pot-de-Fer St. Sul- pice was visited from top to bottom by Monsieur Charny. “The birds have come,’’ said he to Bouletord, “but they have flown.’ \ The next day Déroute might have been seen Sis around the orchard of the convent, pruning-bill in hand; ‘ ~ comicbooks.com