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the way. He hinted that⁠—that⁠—”

“That I was her lover too?”

“Yes,” murmured Anne Mie.

She hardly liked to look at him; the strong face had become hard and set in its misery.

“And she allowed them to say all this?” he asked at last.

“Yes. And she followed them without a murmur, as Merlin said she would have to answer before the Committee of Public Safety, for having fooled the representatives of the people.”

“She’ll answer for it with her life,” murmured DĂ©roulĂšde. “And with mine!” he added half audibly.

Anne Mie did not hear him; her pathetic little soul was filled with a great, an overwhelming pity of Juliette and for Paul.

“Before they took her away,” she said, placing her thin, delicate-looking hands on his arm. “I ran to her, and bade her farewell. The soldiers pushed me roughly aside; but I contrived to kiss her⁠—and then she whispered a few words to me.”

“Yes? What were they?”

“ ‘It was an oath,’ she said. ‘I swore it to my father and to my dead brother. Tell him,’ ” repeated Anne Mie slowly.

An oath!

Now he understood, and oh! how he pitied her. How terribly she must have suffered in her poor, harassed soul when her noble, upright nature fought against this hideous treachery.

That she was true and brave in herself, of that DĂ©roulĂšde had no doubt. And now this awful sin upon her conscience, which must be causing her endless misery.

And, alas! the atonement would never free her from the load of self-condemnation. She had elected to pay with her life for her treason against him and his family. She would be arraigned before a tribunal which would inevitably condemn her. Oh! the pity of it all!

One moment’s passionate emotion, a lifelong superstition and mistaken sense of duty, and now this endless misery, this terrible atonement of a wrong that could never be undone.

And she had never loved him!

That was the true, the only sting which he knew now; it rankled more than her sin, more than her falsehood, more than the shattering of his ideal.

With a passionate desire for his safety, she had sacrificed herself in order to atone for the material evil which she had done.

But there was the wreck of his hopes and of his dreams!

Never until now, when he had irretrievably lost her, did DĂ©roulĂšde realise how great had been his hopes; how he had watched day after day for a look in her eyes, a word from her lips, to show him that she too⁠—his unattainable saint⁠—would one day come to earth, and respond to his love.

And now and then, when her beautiful face lighted up at sight of him, when she smiled a greeting to him on his return from his work, when she looked with pride and admiration on him from the public bench in the assemblies of the Convention⁠—then he had begun to hope, to think, to dream.

And it was all a sham! A mask to hide the terrible conflict that was raging within her soul, nothing more.

She did not love him, of that he felt convinced. Man like he did not understand to the full that great and wonderful enigma, which has puzzled the world since primeval times: a woman’s heart.

The eternal contradictions which go to make up the complex nature of an emotional woman were quite incomprehensible to him. Juliette had betrayed him to serve her own sense of what was just and right, her revenge and her oath. Therefore she did not love him.

It was logic, sound commonsense, and, aided by his own diffidence where women were concerned, it seemed to him irrefutable.

To a man like Paul DĂ©roulĂšde, a man of thought, of purpose, and of action, the idea of being false to the thing loved, of hate and love being interchangeable, was absolutely foreign and unbelievable. He had never hated the thing he loved or loved the thing he hated. A man’s feelings in these respects are so much less complex, so much less contradictory.

Would a man betray his friend? No⁠—never. He might betray his enemy, the creature he abhorred, whose downfall would cause him joy. But his friend? The very idea was repugnant, impossible to an upright nature.

Juliette’s ultimate access of generosity in trying to save him, when she was at last brought face to face with the terrible wrong she had committed, that he put down to one of those noble impulses of which he knew her soul to be fully capable, and even then his own diffidence suggested that she did it more for the sake of his mother or for Anne Mie rather than for him.

Therefore what mattered life to him now? She was lost to him forever, whether he succeeded in snatching her from the guillotine or not. He had but little hope to save her, but he would not owe his life to her.

Anne Mie, seeing him wrapped in his own thoughts, had quietly withdrawn. Her own good sense told her already that Paul DĂ©roulĂšde’s first step would be to try and get his mother out of danger, and out of the country, while there was yet time.

So, without waiting for instructions, she began that same evening to pack up her belongings and those of Madame DĂ©roulĂšde.

There was no longer any hatred in her heart against Juliette. Where Paul DĂ©roulĂšde had failed to understand, there Anne Mie had already made a guess. She firmly believed that nothing now could save Juliette from death, and a great feeling of tenderness had crept into her heart, for the woman whom she had looked upon as an enemy and a rival.

She too had learnt in those brief days the great lesson that revenge belongs to God alone.

XX The Cheval Borgne

It was close upon midnight.

The place had become suffocatingly hot; the fumes of rank tobacco, of rancid butter, and of raw spirits hung like a vapour in midair.

The principal room in the “Auberge du Cheval Borgne” had been used for the past five years now as the chief meeting-place

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