Adventures of the Comte de la Muette during the Reign of TerrorCapes, Bernard
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Adventures of the Comte de la Muette during the Reign of Terror
Capes, Bernard
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
“Would win me to you! And you desired this thing? _Oh, ma mie, ma
mie!_ how, then, could you welcome me as you did?”
“I do not know.”
“And deny and abuse me and give me such pain?”
“I do not know.”
“For you love me very dearly... Carinne, I am dying!”
“I do not believe you. That trick shall not serve a second time.”
* * * * * * *
“And what are we to do now, Carinne?”
“Thou must be asking thyself that question,” said a
voice--Crépin’s--that clanged suddenly in the vaulted labyrinth. The
man himself stood looking down upon us. Beside him the gaunt figure of
my guide held aloft a flambeau that talked with a resinous sputter.
Its flare reddened the auburn curls of the Sectional President, and
informed his dissolute face with a radiance that was like an inner
consciousness of nobility.
“My task ends here,” he said, quietly. “And shall we cry quits, M. le
Comte?”
I lay on the floor, my head in Carinne’s lap.
“Citizen Crépin,” I said, “thou hast acquitted thyself like a
gentleman and a man of courage. I would not wish, for thy sake, that
the risk had been less; I would not, for ours, know that it hath
involved thee in the toils.”
“We are all in the toils nowadays,” said he; “and happy the lion that
can find a mouse for his friend. To the extent of my power I have
done; yet, I warn thee, thou art not out of the wood. If the weasel
wakes to the manner of his outwitting, not a river of blood shall
divert him from the scent till he has run thee down--thee, and me
also. Oh! I desire thee, do not misapprehend the importance of my
service.”
Carinne looked up. She made an involuntary gesture with her hands.
This dear child, in her sweet surrender, became the archetype of
womanhood.
“Monsieur,” she said, softly, “you have stood aside so honourably, you
have made us so greatly your debtors, that you will not now stultify
your own self-sacrifice by imposing upon us a heritage of remorse? If
you are in such danger, why not remain here with us?”
He did not answer for some moments; but he shook his head very
slightly as he gazed down on us.
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