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Weyman, Stanley John, 1855-1928

"Under the Red Robe"

'My
heart is warm, Monsieur--thanks to you. It is many hours since
it has been as warm.'
She stepped out of the shadow as she spoke--and there, the thing
was done. As I had planned, so it had come about. Once more I
was crossing the meadow in the dark to be received at Cocheforet,
a welcome guest. The frogs croaked in the pool and a bat swooped
round us in circles; and surely never--never, I thought, with a
kind of exultation in my breast--had man been placed in a
stranger position.
Somewhere in the black wood behind us--probably in the outskirts
of the village--lurked M. de Cocheforet. In the great house
before us, outlined by a score of lighted windows, were the
soldiers come from Auch to take him. Between the two, moving
side by side in the darkness, in a silence which each found to be
eloquent, were Mademoiselle and I: she who knew so much, I who
knew all--all but one little thing!
We reached the house, and I suggested that she should steal in
first by the way she had come out, and that I should wait a
little and knock at the door when she had had time to explain
matters to Clon.


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