passion　already。　　And　God　alone　knew　what　terrible　consequences
  its　triumph　now　might　bring　in　its　trial；　and　striking　on　Armand's
  buzzing　ears　Chauvelin's　words　came　back　as　a　triumphant　and
  mocking　echo：
  〃He'll　be　a　dead　man　at　dawn　if　I　do　not　put　in　an　appearance　by
  six　o'clock。〃
  The　red　film　lifted；　the　candle　flickered　low；　the　devils
  vanished；　only　the　pale　face　of　the　Terrorist　gazed　with　gentle
  irony　out　of　the　gloom。
  〃I　think　that　I　need　not　detain　you　any　longer；　citizen；　St。
  Just；〃　he　said　quietly；　〃you　can　get　three　or　four　hours'　rest　yet
  before　you　need　make　a　start；　and　I　still　have　a　great　many　things
  to　see　to。　　I　wish　you　good…night；　citizen。〃
  〃Good…night；〃　murmured　Armand　mechanically。
  He　took　the　candle　and　escorted　his　visitor　back　to　the　door。　　He
  waited　on　the　landing；　taper　in　hand；　while　Chauvelin　descended
  the　narrow；　winding　stairs。
  There　was　a　light　in　the　concierge's　lodge。　　No　doubt　the　woman
  had　struck　it　when　the　nocturnal　visitor　had　first　demanded
  admittance。　　His　name　and　tricolour　scarf　of　office　had　ensured
  him　the　full　measure　of　her　attention；　and　now　she　was　evidently
  sitting　up　waiting　to　let　him　out。
  St。　Just；　satisfied　that　Chauvelin　had　finally　gone；　now　turned
  back　to　his　own　rooms。
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  He　carefully　locked　the　outer　door。　　Then　he　lit　the　lamp；　for　the
  candle　gave　but　a　flickering　light；　and　he　had　some　important　work
  to　do。
  Firstly；　he　picked　up　the　charred　fragment　of　the　letter；　and
  smoothed　it　out　carefully　and　reverently　as　he　would　a　relic。
  Tears　had　gathered　in　his　eyes；　but　he　was　not　ashamed　of　them；
  for　no　one　saw　them；　but　they　eased　his　heart；　and　helped　to
  strengthen　his　resolve。　　It　was　a　mere　fragment　that　had　been
  spared　by　the　flame；　but　Armand　knew　every　word　of　the　letter　by
  heart。
  He　had　pen；　ink　and　paper　ready　to　his　band；　and　from　memory　wrote
  out　a　copy　of　it。　　To　this　he　added　a　covering　letter　from　himself
  to　Marguerite：
  Thiswhich　I　had　from　Percy　through　the　hands　of　ChauvelinI
  neither　question　nor　understand。。。。　　He　wrote　the　letter；　and　I
  have　no　thought　but　to　obey。　　In　his　previous　letter　to　me　he
  enjoined　me；　if　ever　he　wrote　to　me　again；　to　obey　him　implicitly；
  and　to　communicate　with　you。　To　both　these　commands　do　I　submit
  with　a　glad　heart。　　But　of　this　must　I　give　you　warning；　little
  motherChauvelin　desires　you　also　to　accompany　us　to…morrow。。。。
  Percy　does　not　know　this　yet；　else　he　would　never　start。　　But
  those　fiends　fear　that　his　readiness　is　a　blind　。。。　and　that　he
  has　some　plan　in　his　head　for　his　own　escape　and　the　continued
  safety　of　the　Dauphin。。。。　　This　plan　they　hope　to　frustrate
  through　holding　you　and　me　as　hostages　for　his　good　faith。　　God
  only　knows　how　gladly　I　would　give　my　life　for　my　chief　。。。　but
  your　life；　dear　little　mother　。。。　is　sacred　above　all。。。。　　I　think
  that　I　do　right　in　warning　you。　God　help　us　all。
  Having　written　the　letter；　he　sealed　it；　together　with　the　copy　of
  Percy's　letter　which　he　had　made。　　Then　he　took　up　the　candle　and
  went　downstairs。
  There　was　no　longer　any　light　in　the　concierge's　lodge；　and　Armand
  had　some　difficulty　in　making　himself　heard。　At　last　the　woman
  came　to　the　door。　　She　was　tired　and　cross　after　two　interruptions
  of　her　night's　rest；　but　she　had　a　partiality　for　her　young
  lodger；　whose　pleasant　ways　and　easy　liberality　had　been　like　a
  pale　ray　of　sunshine　through　the　squalor　of　every…day　misery。
  〃It　is　a　letter；　citoyenne；〃　said　Armand；　with　earnest　entreaty；
  〃for　my　sister。　　She　lives　in　the　Rue　de　Charonne；　near　the
  fortifications；　and　must　have　it　within　an　hour；　it　is　a　matter　of
  life　and　death　to　her；　to　me；　and　to　another　who　is　very　dear　to
  us　both。〃
  The　concierge　threw　up　her　hands　in　horror。
  〃Rue　de　Charonne；　near　the　fortifications；〃　she　exclaimed；　〃and
  within　an　hour！　　By　the　Holy　Virgin；　citizen；　that　is　impossible。
  Who　will　take　it？　　There　is　no　way。〃
  〃A　way　must　be　found；　citoyenne；〃　said　Armand　firmly；　〃and　at
  once；　it　is　not　far；　and　there　are　five　golden　louis　waiting　for
  the　messenger！〃
  Five　golden　louis！　　The　poor；　hardworking　woman's　eyes　gleamed　at
  the　thought。　　Five　louis　meant　food　for　at　least　two　months　if　one
  was　careful；　and
  〃Give　me　the　letter；　citizen；〃　she　said；　〃time　to　slip　on　a　warm
  petticoat　and　a　shawl；　and　I'll　go　myself。　　It's　not　fit　for　the
  boy　to　go　at　this　hour。〃
  〃You　will　bring　me　back　a　line　from　my　sister　in　reply　to　this；〃
  said　Armand；　whom　circumstances　had　at　last　rendered　cautious。
  〃Bring　it　up　to　my　rooms　that　I　may　give　you　the　five　louis　in
  exchange。〃
  He　waited　while　the　woman　slipped　back　into　her　room。　She　heard
  him　speaking　to　her　boy；　the　same　lad　who　a　fortnight　ago　had
  taken　the　treacherous　letter　which　had　lured　Blakeney　to　the　house
  into　the　fatal　ambuscade　that　had　been　prepared　for　him。
  Everything　reminded　Armand　of　that　awful　night；　every　hour　that　he
  had　since　spent　in　the　house　had　been　racking　torture　to　him。　Now
  at　last　he　was　to　leave　it；　and　on　an　errand　which　might　help　to
  ease　the　load　of　remorse　from　his　heart。
  The　woman　was　soon　ready。　　Armand　gave　her　final　directions　as　to
  how　to　find　the　house　；　then　she　took　the　letter　and　promised　to
  be　very　quick；　and　to　bring　back　a　reply　from　the　lady。
  Armand　accompanied　her　to　the　door。　　The　night　was　dark；　a　thin
  drizzle　was　falling；　he　stood　and　watched　until　the　woman's
  rapidly　walking　figure　was　lost　in　the　misty　gloom。
  Then　with　a　heavy　sigh　he　once　more　went　within。
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  WHEN　HOPE　WAS　DEAD
  In　a　small　upstairs　room　in　the　Rue　de　Charonne；　above　the　shop　of
  Lucas　the　old…clothes　dealer；　Marguerite　sat　with　Sir　Andrew
  Ffoulkes。　　Armand's　letter；　with　its　message　and　its　warning；　lay
  open　on　the　table　between　them；　and　she　had　in　her　hand　the　sealed
  packet　which　Percy　had　given　her　just　ten　days　ago；　and　which　she
  was　only　to　open　if　all　hope　seemed　to　be　dead；　if　nothing
  appeared　to　stand　any　longer　between　that　one　dear　life　and
  irretrievable　shame。
  A　small　lamp　placed　on　the　table　threw　a　feeble　yellow　light　on
  the　squalid；　ill…furnished　room；　for　it　lacked　still　an　hour　or　so
  before　dawn。　　Armand's　concierge　had　brought　her　lodger's　letter；
  and　Marguerite　had　quickly　despatched　a　brief　reply　to　him；　a
  reply　that　held　love　and　also　encouragement。
  Then　she　had　summoned　Sir　Andrew。　　He　never　had　a　thought　of
  leaving　her　during　these　days　of　dire　trouble；　and　he　had　lodged
  all　this　while　in　a　tiny　room　on　the　top…most　floor　of　this　house
  in　the　Rue　de　Charonne。
  At　her　call　he　had　come　down　very　quickly；　and　now　they　sat
  together　at　the　table；　with　the　oil…lamp　illumining　their　pale；
  anxious　faces；　she　the　wife　and　he　the　friend　holding　a
  consultation　together　in　this　most　miserable　hour　that　preceded
  the　cold　wintry　dawn。
  Outside　a　thin；　persistent　rain　mixed　with　snow　pattered　against
  the　small　window　panes；　and　an　icy　wind　found　out　all　the　crevices
  in　the　worm…eaten　woodwork　that　would　afford　it　ingress　to　the
  room。　　But　neither　Marguerite　nor　Ffoulkes　was　conscious　of　the
  cold。　　They　had　wrapped　their　cloaks　round　their　shoulders；　and
  did　not　feel　the　chill　currents　of　air　that　caused　the　lamp　to
  flicker　and　to　smoke。
  〃I　can　see　now；〃　said　Marguerite　in　that　calm　voice　which　comes　so
  naturally　in　moments　of　infinite　despair〃I　can　see　now　exactly
  what　Percy　meant　when　he　made　me　promise　not　to　open　this　packet
  until　it　seemed　to　meto　me　and　to　you；　Sir　Andrewthat　he　was
  about　to　play　the　part　of　a　coward。　　A　coward！　　Great　God！〃　She
  checked　the　sob　that　had　risen　to　her　throat；　and　continued　in　the
  same　calm　manner　and　quiet；　even　voice：
  〃You　do　think　with　me；　do　you　not；　that　the　time　has　come；　and
  that　we　must　open　this　packet？〃
  〃Without　a　doubt；　Lady　Blakeney；〃　replied　Ffoulkes　with　equal
  earnestness。　　〃I　would　stake　my　life　that　already　a　fortnight　ago
  Blakeney　had　that　same　plan　in　his　mind　which　he　has　now　matured。
  Escape　from　that　awful　Conciergerie　prison　with　all　the
  precautions　so　carefully　taken　against　it　was　impossible。　　I　knew
  that　alas！　from　the　first。　　But　in　the　open　all　might　yet　be
  different。　　I'll　not　believe　it　that　a　man　like　Blakeney　is
  destined　to　perish　at　the　hands　of　those　curs。〃
  She　looked　on　her　loyal　friend　with　tear…dimmed　eyes　through　which
  shone　boundless　gratitude　and　heart…broken　sorrow。
  He　had　spoken　of　a　fortnight！　　It　was　ten　days　since　she　had　seen
  Percy。　　It　had　then　seemed　as　if　death　had　already　marked　him　with
  its　grim　sign。　　Since　then　she　had　tried　to　shut　away　from　her
  mind　the　terrible　visions　which　her　anguish　constantly　conjured　up
  before　her　of　his　growing　weakness；　of　the　gradual　impairing　of
  that　brilliant　intellect；　the　gradual　exhaustion　of　that　mighty
  physical　strength。
  〃God　bless　you；　Sir　Andrew；　for　your　enthusiasm　and　for　your
  trust；〃　she　said　with　a　sad　little　smile；　〃but　for　you　I　should
  long　ago　have　lost　all　courage；　and　these　last　ten　dayswhat　a
  cycle　of　misery　they　representwould　have　been　maddening　but　for
  your　help　and　your　loyalty。　　God　knows　I　would　have　courage　for
  everything　in　life；　for　everything　save　one；　but　just　that；　his
  death；　that