第 28 节
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  meet the danger united。  Their sweet faces; pale from the effect of so
  many painful emotions; were now expressive of simple resolve; founded on
  the blind faith they reposed in the devotion of the soldier。
  〃Be satisfied; Dagobert! we'll not be frightened;〃 said Rose; in a firm
  voice。
  〃We will do what must be done;〃 added Blanche; in a no less resolute
  tone。
  〃I was sure of it;〃 cried Dagobert; 〃good blood is ever thicker than
  water。  Come! you are light as feathers; the sheet is strong; it is
  hardly eight feet to the ground; and the pup is waiting for you。〃
  〃It is for me to go firstI am the eldest for to…day;〃 cried Rose; when
  she had tenderly embraced Blanche; and she ran to the window; in order;
  if there were any danger; to expose herself to it before her sister。
  Dagobert easily guessed the cause of this eagerness。  〃Dear children!〃
  said he; 〃I understand you。  But fear nothing for one anotherthere is
  no danger。  I have myself fastened the sheet。  〃Quick; my little Rose!〃
  As light as a bird; the young girl mounted the ledge of the window; and
  assisted by Dagobert; took hold of the sheet; and slid gently down
  according to the recommendation of the soldier; who; leaning out his
  whole body; encouraged her with his voice。
  〃Don't be afraid; sister!〃 said she; as soon as she touched the ground;
  〃it is very easy to come down this way。  And Spoil…sport is here; licking
  my hands。〃  Blanche did not long keep her waiting; as courageous as her
  sister; she descended with the same success。
  〃Dear little creatures! what have they done to be so unfortunate?
  Thousand thunders! there must be a curse upon the family;〃 cried
  Dagobert; as; with heavy heart; he saw the pale; sweet face of the young
  girl disappear amid the gloom of the dark night; which violent squalls of
  wind and torrents of rain rendered still more dismal。
  〃Dagobert; we are waiting for you; come quickly!〃 said the orphans in a
  low voice; from beneath the window。  Thanks to his tall stature; the
  soldier rather leaped than glided to the ground。
  Dagobert and the two young girls had not fled from the inn of the White
  Falcon more than a quarter of an hour; when a long crash resounded
  through the house。  The door had yielded to the efforts of the
  burgomaster and Morok; who had made use of a heavy table as a battering…
  ram。  Guided by the light; they ran to the chamber of the orphans; now
  deserted。  Morok saw the sheets floating from the casement; and cried:
  〃Mr。 Burgomaster; they have escaped by the windowthey are on footin
  this dark and stormy night; they cannot be far。〃
  〃No doubt; we shall catch them; the miserable tramps! Oh; I will be
  revenged!  Quick; Morok; your honor is concerned as well as mine。〃
  〃My honor?Much more is concerned than that; Mr。 Burgomaster;〃 answered
  the Prophet; in a tone of great irritation。  Then; rapidly descending the
  stairs; he opened the door of the court…yard; and shouted in a voice of
  thunder:
  〃Goliath! unchain the dogs!and; landlord! bring us lanterns; torches
  arm your peopleopen the doors!We must pursue the fugitives; they
  cannot escape us; we must have themalive or dead!〃
  CHAPTER XV。
  THE DESPATCHES。
  When we read; in the rules of the order of the Jesuits; under the title
  De formula scribendi (Institut。 2; 11; p。 125; 129); the development of
  the 8th part of the constitutions; we are appalled by the number of
  letters; narratives; registers; and writings of all kinds; preserved in
  the archives of the society。
  It is a police infinitely more exact and better informed than has ever
  been that of any state。  Even the government of Venice found itself
  surpassed by the Jesuits: when it drove them out in 1606; it seized all
  their papers; and reproached them for their great and laborious
  curiosity。  This police; this secret inquisition; carried to such a
  degree of perfection; may give some idea of the strength of a government;
  so well…informed so persevering in its projects; so powerful by its
  unity; and; as the constitutions have it; by the union of its members。
  It is not hard to understand; what immense force must belong to the heads
  of this society; and how the general of the Jesuits could say to the Duke
  de Brissac: 〃From this room; your grace; I govern not only Paris; but
  China… not only China; but the whole worldand all without any one
  knowing how it is done:〃
  (Constitution of the Jesuits; edited by Paulin; Paris; 1843。)
  Morok; the lion…tamer; seeing Dagobert deprived of his horse; and
  stripped of his money and papers; and thinking it was thus out of his
  power to continue his journey; had; previous to the arrival of the
  burgomaster; despatched Karl to Leipsic; as the bearer of a letter which
  he was to put immediately into the post。  The address of this letter was
  as follows: 〃A Monsieur Rodin; Rue du Milieu des Ursins; Paris。〃
  About the middle of this obscure and solitary street; situate below the
  level of the Quai Napoleon; which it joins not far from the Rue Saint
  Landry; there stood a house of unpretentious appearance; at the bottom of
  a dark and narrow court…yard; separated from the street by a low building
  in front; with arched doorway; and two windows protected by thick iron
  bars。  Nothing could be more simple than the interior of this quiet
  dwelling; as was sufficiently shown by the furniture of a pretty large
  room on the ground floor。  The walls of this apartment were lined with
  old gray wainscot; the tiled floor was painted red; and carefully
  polished; curtains of white calico shaded the windows。
  A sphere of about four feet in diameter; raised on a pedestal of massive
  oak; stood at one end of the room; opposite to the fireplace。  Upon this
  globe; which was painted on a large scale; a host of little red crosses
  appeared scattered over all parts of the worldfrom the North to the
  South; from the rising to the setting sun; from the most barbarous
  countries; from the most distant isles; to the centres of civilization;
  to France itself。  There was not a single country which did not present
  some spots marked with these red crosses; evidently indicative of
  stations; or serving as points of reference。
  Before a table of black wood; loaded with papers; and resting against the
  wall near the chimney; a chair stood empty。  Further on; between the two
  windows; was a large walnut…wood desk; surmounted by shelves full of
  pasteboard boxes。
  At the end of the month of October; 1831; about eight o'clock in the
  morning; a man sat writing at this desk。  This was M。 Rodin; the
  correspondent of Morok; the brute…tamer。
  About fifty years of age; he wore an old; shabby; olive greatcoat; with a
  greasy collar; a snuff…powdered cotton handkerchief for a cravat; and
  waistcoat and trousers of threadbare black cloth。  His feet; buried in
  loose varnished shoes; rested on a petty piece of green baize upon the
  red; polished floor。  His gray hair lay flat on his temples; and
  encircled his bald forehead; his eyebrows were scarcely marked; his upper
  eyelid; flabby and overhanging; like the membrane which shades the eyes
  of reptiles; half concealed his small; sharp; black eye。  His thin lips;
  absolutely colorless; were hardly distinguishable from the wan hue of his
  lean visage; with its pointed nose and chin; and this livid mask
  (deprived as it were of lips) appeared only the more singular; from its
  maintaining a death…like immobility。  Had it not been for the rapid
  movement of his fingers; as; bending over the desk; he scratched along
  with his pen; M。 Rodin might have been mistaken for a corpse。
  By the aid of a cipher (or secret alphabet) placed before him he was
  copying certain passages from a long sheet full of writing; in a manner
  quite unintelligible to those who did not possess the key to the system。
  Whilst the darkness of the day increased the gloom of the large; cold;
  naked…looking apartment; there was something awful in the chilling aspect
  of this man; tracing his mysterious characters in the midst of profound
  silence。
  The clock struck eight。  The dull sound of the knocker at the outer door
  was heard; then a bell tinkled twice; several doors opened and shut; and
  a new personage entered the chamber。  On seeing him; M。 Rodin rose from
  the desk; stuck his pen between his teeth; bowed with a deeply submissive
  air; and sat down again to his work without uttering a word
  The two formed a striking contrast to one another。  The newcomer; though
  really older than he seemed; would have passed for thirty…six or thirty…
  eight years of age at most。  His figure was tall and shapely; and few
  could have encountered the brightness of his large gray eye; brilliant as
  polished steel。  His nose; broad at the commencement; formed a well…cut
  square at its termination; his chin was prominent; and the bluish tints
  of his close…shaved beard were contrasted with the bright carnation of
  his lips; and the whiteness of his fine teeth。  When he took off his hat
  to change it for a black velvet cap which he found on the small table; he
  displayed a quantity of light chestnut hair; not yet silvered by time。
  He was dressed in a long frock…coat; buttoned up to the neck in military
  fashion。
  The piercing glance and broad forehead of t