Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 251: what you’re looking at

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A WHITE NIGHT. 235 sisters, who transported her to her room, where she re- mained several hours without giving any sign of life. When she awoke as from a long sleep, the tears were streaming from her eyes. Toward evening, her distracted soul clung to a hope, which in the night of her despair, shone likeastar. It seemed to her that, in her cruel nar- ration, the superior had vaguely expressed a doubt con- cerning the reality of Belle-Rose’s death. It might also be a false piece of news prepared by Monsieur de Louvois. Suzanne resolved to wait before taking any determination, but the blow had been terrible, and when she appeared next day at prayers, it might have been believed that she was a ghost coming from the tomb. Three days passed in this anguish which exhausted her. On the fourth day, Suzanne was informed that Monsieur de Pomereux was in the parlor and desired to speak with her. Suzanne’s first thought was to refuse this interview, but she changed her mind and went down. Monsieur de Pomereux hardly recognized her, so profound was the transformation which she had undergone. ‘*‘Madame,’’ he exclaimed, ‘‘you are killing yourself.”’ ‘‘Despair is not suicide,’’ she replied. ‘‘Mordieu! madame,’’ said the count, ‘‘it shall not be said that I let you die. Belle-Rose is not dead.”’ Suzanne’s joy was so keen that she tottered and came near falling; tears burst from her eyes and she began to sob like a child without knowing what she was doing. When Suzanne had grown somewhat calm, she raised a face in which shone a smile bathed in tears. ‘‘Thanks!’’ she said to him, ‘‘you do not know what a relief your words give me.”’ “‘Eh! parbleu! I suspect it slightly from ths pain which I suffer.’’ ‘*Are you quite sure he is not dead?”’ **Yes, Iam quite sure of it.’’ ‘*F'rom whom does your information come?’’ **It comes from my cousin, who has received it from England, where Captain Belle-Rose now is.’ ’ ‘‘But perhaps he is dangerously wounded?’’ *“"To speak to you frankly he has a ball in his breast. Ah! you grow pale! Come, the wound is not mortal. Diable! I have seen people cured who were pierced through 2 and through. In six weeks he will be as sound as ever.”’ *‘Do you believe it?’’ **T give you my word upon it. _Monsieur de Louvois has been informed of the adventure by Monsieur de Charny, a (€(0) ANICeLOYo)