Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 335: what you’re looking at

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Am < at > ~~ at Ae 7 me eae s - 4 * ~—s jn | gh 317 ‘‘Not even an hour; I only come to withdraw from your hands certain papers which I confided to you some time ago.”’ ‘They are in my room near here.”’ “You are going, then, if you please, to get them and bring them to me.”’ ‘‘At least,’’ said Monsieur Mériset, rising, ‘‘you will do me the honor to accept a slice of pasty and drink a glass of Burgundy which I make use of only on great occasions. The walk and the open air had given Belle-Rose an ap- petite; he accepted the offer of Monsieur Mériset, who ran to seek the pasty, the bottle, and the papers. Belle-Rose slipped the papers in his pocket, made a breach in the pasty, drank a glass of wine and cordially embraced the kind old man. ‘‘Now I leave, my dear Monsieur Mériset,’’ he said to him. ‘*For a long time?’’ **T do not know.”’ ‘That is true; when one has so many affairs—— “Tt is less the quantity than the quality, my dear host, and mine are of a very delicate nature.’’ Monsieur Mériset shook his head with a grave and mys- terious air and took the flambeau in order to light Belle- Rose down the stair-way. The little supper to which the proprietor had invited the captain had delayed Belle- Rose’s departure by an hour. The rain had fallen during the repast, and the shivering spy had not moved from the corner where he had concealed himself. ‘**Tf I contract the fever,’’ said he, pressing the handle of his poniard, ‘‘he will have to pay me for it.”’ As to Robert, he had not been seen. At last the door opened, the spy held his breath, and Belle-Rose came forth. The sky began to brighten, ‘and between the clouds were to be seen large strips of a deep blue.’ Belle-Rose entered the Rue des Cannettes and. took through‘ the Rue du Four the way to the Carrefour Buci; he walked rapidly and brusquely turned the street corners. ~ “This man is not worrying about an exile and knows where he is going,’’ said the spy to himself. Belle-Rose looked before him; the spy was glancing in all directions, sesking a comrade, but the cabarets were closed; Paris seemed deserted. Two o’clock had just struck at the Sorbonne. At the corner of the Rue St. Andre-des-Arts, they met some robbers about to force a shop; a little farther on, in the Rue Pavée, they saw a 99 (E(0) micboo Ss. =}