The Scourge of God
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John Bloundelle-Burton. The Scourge of God
CHAPTER I. AWAITING THE TRAVELLER
CHAPTER II. THE TRAVELLER FROM ENGLAND
CHAPTER III. A PARTING SOUL
CHAPTER IV. LES ATTROUPÉS
CHAPTER V 'TWIXT THEN AND NOW
CHAPTER VI "LA FEMME, MALHEUREUSEMENT SI FAMEUSE, FUNESTE ET TERRIBLE." – ST. SIMON
CHAPTER VII. THE HOUSE BY THE BRIDGE
CHAPTER VIII. AN EXODUS
CHAPTER IX "BAVILLE! UN MAGISTRAT DONT LES EPOUVANTABLES RIGUEURS DOIVENT ÊTRE SIGNALÉES À L'HORREUR DE LA POSTÉRITÉ." – SISMONDI
CHAPTER X. THE LIGHTED TORCH
CHAPTER XI "CONSORTING WITH HERETICS."
CHAPTER XII "I AM A PROTESTANT."
CHAPTER XIII. URBAINE
CHAPTER XIV. THE ATTACK
CHAPTER XV. SHELTER AND REFUGE
CHAPTER XVI. SUCCOUR
CHAPTER XVII. THE RUSE
CHAPTER XVIII. LA DIVINÉRESSE
CHAPTER XIX. LEX TALIONIS
CHAPTER XX. WHAT IS THIS MYSTERY?
CHAPTER XXI "YOU WILL NEVER FIND HIM."
CHAPTER XXII. I LOVE YOU
CHAPTER XXIII "LOVE HER! BEYOND ALL THOUGHT! AND SHE IS THERE."
CHAPTER XXIV "AN ERRAND OF LIFE OR DEATH."
CHAPTER XXV. PAR LE FER ET PAR LE FEU
CHAPTER XXVI. DOOMED
CHAPTER XXVII. HER FATHER, URBAIN DUCAIRE
CHAPTER XXVIII. BAVILLE-SUPERB!
CHAPTER XXIX "HER FATHER'S MURDERER."
CHAPTER XXX. FREE
CHAPTER XXXI. BETRAYED
CHAPTER XXXII. THE BITTERNESS OF DEATH
CHAPTER XXXIII. TOUT SAVOIR, C'EST TOUT PARDOXNER
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A great Berline à quatre chevaux halted at the North Gate outside Paris, and the young man seated within the carriage let down the window and prepared to once more answer all the questions that would be put to him. Yet he also thanked Heaven, in a somewhat wearied manner, that this must be the last of it. After that he would be in Paris, with nothing before him but to drive as fast as might be to the Rue Champfleury, known long ago as La Rue Honteuse.
Then the formula began once more, was repeated and gone through with, precisely in the same manner as it had been gone through with at Boulogne, where he had landed, at Amiens, Abbeville, and half a dozen other towns and villages.
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"I owe her all, everything," he mused to himself as still his eyes gazed out upon the trim-kept and still luxurious parterres of the great gardens. "All, all! My father, beggared as he was by his loyalty, could have done naught beyond equipping me for some simple, unambitious calling, beyond, perhaps, obtaining me a pair of colours in some marching regiment. I owe her all-the clothes upon my back, the food I eat, the very knowledge of how to wield a sword! And-and-God forgive me! I have deceived her for years, kept back for years a secret that should not have existed for one hour. Still, she shall know now. She shall not go to her grave without knowing that I have no right to own one single livre that she has put aside for me."
As he finished his reflections the door was rapped at, and the footman, entering at his command, told him that the Demoiselle Manon was without and waiting to escort him to the bedside of Madame la Princesse.
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