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320 REYNOLDS’ WORKS swiftness of the fugitives’ pace was relaxed, Juliana wildly, vehemently, and passionately demanded what her husband had done that he should fly from the officers, but on each occasion he compelled her to urge on her courser again; and thus they proceeded for a couple of hours, until Perpignan was in sight, its buildings upreared, like dark crags, against the horizon of the sky that was flooded with the moonlight. ‘This way!’’ exclaimed the count, and they swept into a by-road which enabled them to leave Perpignan far away on the left, while by a short cut they reached the eastern ex- tremity of the Pyrenees. On they went, scarcely relaxing their speed until long past midnight, when the count sud- denly exclaimed in an exultant voice, ‘‘ The boundary is erossed. We are now in Spain! ”’ Juliana was much exhausted, and though they now walked their steeds, many minutes elapsed ere she could recover breath sufficiently to renew the vehement inquiries which she had already put a dozen times during the journey, but to which she had received no satisfactory answer. ‘“ Now will you tell me,’ she said, in a peremptory and imperious voice, as 1f determined not to be put off any longer, ‘‘ will you tell me wherefore the officers of justice should have sought you, and why you fled from them? ”’ ‘‘In a short time, Juliana,’ responded her husband, in a voice that still vibrated with a strange, wild exultation, ‘‘ you shall know all. Interrogate me not now. It is useless; you cannot force me to answer.”’ ‘“ But I insist!’’ she cried, once more full of a vague and unknown terror.. “There is something fearfully unnatural in al) this.’’ “There will be something thrillingly exciting for you presently,” rejoined the count. ‘‘ Ah, I already feel a differ- ent being. It seems to me as if I had escaped from a gaol to breathe the fresh air of freedom. Come on, Juliana dearest, come on, my gloriously handsome wife, and in a brief space, soon after morning dawns, our destination will be reached.” ‘““Go we direct to your mansion? ’”’ asked Juliana, some- what encouraged, as well as to a certain degree dispossessed of her fears, by the exuberant spirits which the Count de Toledo now displayed. ‘““We go to our home, Juliana,” she responded; and again make yourself happy with the assurance that you ce (E(0) CONNIE DOO KS