Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 227: what you’re looking at

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A SCENE UPON THE OCEAN, 211 ‘‘And be shot,’’ interrupted Déroute; ‘‘however, if it is your idea, leave, I follow.”’ Cornelius intervened; but Belle-Rose would not have yielded if Suzanne had not implored him to fly for the love of her. Then she entered her carriage, and took the road to Paris Meanwhile Genevieve had remained kneeling in the shadow of the pillar; she was praying with hands clasped. At this moment the gallop of several horses was heard as they moved rapidly away. Genevieve concealed her head between her hands. ‘‘Lost! my God! lost!’’ said she, and made her way to her carriage. ‘Where must I take you, madame?’’ asked the coach- man. ‘To the Carmelites!’’ answered Genevieve. CHAPTER XXX. A SCENE UPON THE OCEAN. At the moment when, thanks to the intervention of Dé- route and Cornelius, Belle-Rose was quitting Villejuif, eleven o’clock struck at the neighboring convent. They fied like bullets, glued to the saddles of their horses. Déroute slapped his fingers against the palms of his hands imitating the noise of castanets. It was a habit he had contracted on seeing some Spaniards dance in Flanders, and which was a demonstration of his joy. The honest fellow, who rarely smiled, had a face expanded like a tulip; but all his gayety fell on learning that they were going to England. ‘*To England!’’ said he. ‘‘Why the devil are we going to England?’’ ‘*But,’’ said Cornelius, ‘‘I have friends over there.”’ **Are your friends English?’’ | ‘* And what the devil do you wish them to be?”’ ¥ ghould prefer them to be something else.’’ _ **Hello, comrade!’’ exclaimed Belle-Rose, ‘‘you forget the nationality of Cornelius.”’ ~~ -**Nio! ~Monsieur O’Brien is from Ireland, and Ireland is (e(oy an icel evove) = (EC)