Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 97: what you’re looking at

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THE LIGHTING OF A PASSION. 85 Ah! he has thought of the woods, and he is quite right! He approaches, he reaches them, he enters—has disap- peared !”’ When Belle-Rose had penetrated the woods, he ran for some minutes still—ran till he no longer heard the noise of the horses galloping upon the edge. He then took to one side, made a hundred steps, and hid himself in a thicket. Bouletord and his two acolytes arrived; at this place the paths forked. The brigadier took to the right, the soldiers. took to the left, and three minutes after the noise of their course was lost in the distance. Belle-Rose, secure in that direction, and wishing to avoid the pursuit of the police on foot, who would not fail to search the woods, again ran straight before him through the un- derbrush. He ran against a wall and crossed it. At the end of a quarter of an hour he found himself upon the border of an avenue which was divided by a stream, across which a bridge had been thrown. A gate closed it on one side, a large chateau rose up at the other end. Belle-Rose looked forth; he saw nothing, heard nothing. Decidedly the police had lost their way. He entered the avenue and walked toward the chateau. He had scarcely mads twenty steps, when he perceived some distance away a lady on horseback and behind her a servant in livery. The lady appeared to be reading a letter which the lackey no doubt had just handed her. From the foam which whitened his bit and his neck, one might believe that the valet’s horse had completed a long journey, while that ot k the lady, frisky and mettlesome, seemed impatient to be % going. The lady, who appeared young and beautiful, had -_ gcarcely finished her reading when, crumpling the letter in her hand, she applied a vigorous stroke of the whip to : her horse; the horse, surprised, gave a bound and left like i: anarrow. His mistress uttered a cry, the valet threw 4 himself forward, but he could not seize the bridle of the horse, who fled down the avenue. He was going to thread the bridge thrown across the stream, when a branch, driven by the wind, got entangled in his legs. The horse, frightened, leaped upon the bank of the river, which was _ __-yery steep at this place. His hind feet were on the edge, and the least faux pas might precipitate him into the deep water which laved the arches of the bridge. Belle-Rose ‘3 ¥ saw the peril at a glance. He leaped upon the bank, seized. ___ the horse by the bit, and jerked him to one side. The lady, _ paler than a corpse, sprang from the saddle, and Belle- (C(O) AA ICeLOVoyo) (C(O)