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HIS FIRST LOVE. 161 but once from his lips—once only by the Nixies’ Well. “You must understand that 1 cannot take you into the midst of that excited crowd, where I should have no possible means of protecting you. It is not the first time I have encountered such scenes. I know howto curb men’s passions, but my wonted energy would fail me, were 1 to think that you were exposed to any danger. Promise me to return quietly home and to wait for me there. I ask this of you, Gabrielle. You will not make it hard for me to do my duty?” He took her in his arms, and lifted her into the carriage. Gabrielle offered no resistance. She knew full well that no woman could or should trust herself to the mercies of that wild, riotous mob— nothing but the mortal anxiety she was enduring would have suggested the thought to her. This anxiety was now so legibly stamped on her features that even Raven’s firmness wavered. He felt he must tear himself away at once, if he would not yield to the mute prayer of those beseeching eyes. “T must go,” he said, hastily. “Good-by for the present. I shall not be long away.” He closed the carriage-door sharply, and signed to the coachman to drive on. Gabrielle, bending. out, saw the tall figure turn and stride away with rapid, steady steps in the direction of the square. Then the horses were given the word, and the car- riage dashed with redoubled speed toward the cas- tle. : CHAPTER XII. HIS FIRST LOVE. More than an hour had gone by, and the governor had not returned yet. The household at the castle was growing uneasy at his prolonged absence, for the coachman, on reaching home with the young baroness, had reported that his master had betaken himself to the scene of the disturbances. It was, of course, well-known at the Government house that the town was astir, but no detailed in- Gomicbooks (E(@)