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289 THE BEGGAR. ° ‘‘Make room for the poor sisters,’’ repeated, tranquilly, Déroute, leaping over Monsieur de Charny’s body. | They reached the door and crossed it; Grippard slipped away a moment. “Go!’’ said he, ‘‘I will not be long.”’ And he took his way toward the Rue St, Maur. The little troop gained the place where Christopher was guard- ing the horses. They mounted and rode away at a gallop. Grippard arrived all out of breath a moment after, and, plying the spur, he quickly rejoined the fugitives. The four horses champed their bits and made a thousand ™ sparks burst under their feet. A great noise was pions $ heard behind them; they turned their heads and saw an- immense whirlwind of flame mount toward the sky, then © fall. ‘“The sheds have fallen in,’’ said Déroute; ‘‘I knew that the fire would makea bigger scare than it would do harm.” ‘‘T owe you everything!’’ Belle-Rose said to him, looking at Suzanne, whose arms were wrapped around his neck. “It is well! it is well! Keep on galloping,’’ replied Dé- route. ‘‘Hey! Grippard, let us stay behind. I imagine that we are not through with Bouletord.’’ CHAPTER XLII. THE BEGGAR. Bouletord, left to his unaided efforts and hemmed in by the multitude, took more than a quarter of an hour to dis- engage himself. His men went and came without under- standing anything of what was taking place; they had seen so many persons leave that they no longer paid any attention to anything and waited for orders to act. Just as he had seen Monsieur de Charny disappear and Déroute leave, Bouletord had uttered a cry of rage and rushed toward the door of the convent; a movement of the crowd had pushed him in the direction of Monsieur de Charny. Bouletord saw the favorite of the minister stretched out senseless and raised him; Monsieur de Charny opened his eyes, looked around him, understood everything that had taken place, and bounded to his feet. | ‘“‘Where are they?’’ asked Monsieur de Charny. Bouletord pointed to the door with a despairing gesture. ‘To the horses! !’’ cried the gentleman. comicbooks.co