Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 79: what you’re looking at

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into them at every step. Sofus, ottomens and‘ the like; covered with rich velvet, were scattered about the great room, and’pic- tures’ of rare beauty covered the walls, But he was in no mood to notice the beauty of the room, A look of annoys ance passed’ over his face as some monients went by, and no one appeared, AW at once Claude becante conscious: tat some ‘one- elas beside the major was in the room—a woman, im a flows ing robe of white, her face concealed’ by a ‘thick laco mask, “You have come at our bidding, Mariot: Dujardin,” said a vuice like a flute, so sweet’ and clear was ‘its: “ I have prom ised you'the reason of your late trouble; you shall’ seo! m6 keep my word, You are satisfied that:some infftrence lias been working against you, lately ?” y “Who are you?” said’ Dujardin. “Let ime see yout face.” i, “ Dog!” cried the woman, fiercely; “dare so’ mtcli’ as to lay a finger upon my robe, and you die. Beware!” “ Oh, as‘to that, you cat not’frighten’ me, my laity. How- ever, a8 you choose to remain incog., it shall be as you say. To your work ; do'as you have promised.” “Keep your eyes: upon yonder wall,” said’ the’ women: He obeyed her. In a moment's strange whiteness ap’ upon: the wall, and then light and shade began to show them+ selves ; directly after, a picture appeared: It represented’ a grove in summer. A youth and maiden were walking down & sunny path, hand'in hand, while another young man, half hidden by the bushes, was peeping out’ at ‘them with an angry eye. Dujardin started and turned pale, for in the cou:ztenanee of the skulking: man he révopittitd himself, and: in the others, two of his victims: “You know them, T sic said the lady. “Phis is the fiat picture’ of your life ; let it fade.” : ‘ As'she spoke a ‘sHiadew began to fall cial the pictura Faeh moment it grew ‘less: distifict; and! in a moment ie » ‘ing wabs'aeem butithe bare white wall. | “ This is ide glery,” said Dujardin. “TI did net come here tersee ft; ant P Wit not remain, ‘G@o'your owt way; “Fleave debdonts mine’ , ComiclboOoks CO