Penny Dreadfuls, 1869 · page 87 of 105
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QU.F-IMMOLATION, &., Bnglishoren;: and spoke in the rough, rude yr: ana ‘reaters have.” “ Nevertheless, it was Ij” said Despard. “ You Know-no- thing of my disguises. I) have come to you in more shapes than one. As Dector Despard 1 am well known to you, but I: have other shapes.” ~ At this moment there was a clamor at:the door; the gaards acattered: right and: left, and Conrad broke in. His distorted figure seemed:to grow. u8-he stood: before thom. “ What’ means all this? Have thes: harmed you, Am drew ? | “No, good Conrad. Why do. you come-here-?: You: can do: me-no good ' “ Bcan at least die: by your side,” said Conrad firmbys “bet me beg: you to retire; Conrad. My course.is run. I have: confessed: that Iam a spy of: the English. My sentence will be death. You must go away.” 2 *Noti yet,’ said’ Dujardin. . “ Order the guards to seize this fellow, my chief. He is the friend of Despard, and no ddubt privy to his designs.” . His friend, Mariot Dujardin ? Yer, and thy enemy to-the death 1° > “Go away, Conrad. If you love me, do not make. my-last hours. bitter by suck words as-these. You will only: do: your- -o Listen to; me,” said: Cenrad. “To alk you who- stand goping:at:me, E-here proclaim that I: have been the-aider and abettor of tiiis man Despard in-all his acts against the power and glory of France. Not an act of his have I not beer cog- nizant of; I:lave carried messages-in thedéad: of night from man to man. I have plotted in secret, all for the downfall of France,” . | es nee “Seize him!” cried the: Governor, . en “ He has destroyed himself,’ muratured. ‘Despnra: ‘CT om fatal to all who love me. i were _eitas. that I were im my grave." But Conrad fell at mm oat, and wrapped hie rae Soha sbout:-hix knees. * “ My master,” he orfedy* weswill die together, Conrad Thus mont never ead-hope:for:a better fatdthan this. TI’ have lived comichoooks.c©