Servants of Sin

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John Bloundelle-Burton. Servants of Sin

CHAPTER I. MONSIEUR LE DUC

CHAPTER II. LES DEMOISELLES MONTJOIE AT HOME

CHAPTER III. THE ROMANCE OF MONSIEUR VANDECQUE

CHAPTER IV. A SISTER OF MERCY

CHAPTER V. THE DUKE'S DESIRE

CHAPTER VI. THE DUKE'S BRIDE

CHAPTER VII. MAN AND WIFE

CHAPTER VIII. THE STREET OF THE HOLY APOSTLES

CHAPTER IX. ALONE

CHAPTER X. THE PRISON OF ST MARTIN DES CHAMPS

CHAPTER XI. THE CONDEMNED

CHAPTER XII. MARSEILLES

CHAPTER XIII "MY WIFE! WHAT WIFE? I HAVE NO WIFE."

CHAPTER XIV. WHERE IS THE MAN?

CHAPTER XV. THE PEST

CHAPTER XVI "I HAD NOT LIVED TILL NOW, COULD SORROW KILL"

CHAPTER XVII. AN ARISTOCRATIC RESORT

CHAPTER XVIII "THE ABANDONED ORPHAN" PROLOGUE

CHAPTER XIX "THE ABANDONED ORPHAN" DRAMA

CHAPTER XX "THE WAY TO DUSTY DEATH"

CHAPTER XXI. A NIGHT RIDE

CHAPTER XXII. THE STRICKEN CITY

CHAPTER XXIII. WITHIN THE WALLS

CHAPTER XXIV. A DISCOVERY

CHAPTER XXV. FACE TO FACE

CHAPTER XXVI "REVENGE-BITTER! ERE LONG BACK ON ITSELF RECOILS!"

CHAPTER XXVII "I LOVE HER! – SHE IS MY WIFE"

CHAPTER XXVIII. THE WALLED-UP DOORS

CHAPTER XXIX. ASLEEP OR AWAKE

CHAPTER XXX "IF AFTER EVERY TEMPEST COME SUCH CALMS!"

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Outside the snow had ceased to fall; in its place had come the clear, crisp, and biting stillness of an intense frost, accompanied by that penetrating cold which gives those who are subjected to it the feeling that they are themselves gradually freezing, that the blood within them is turning to ice itself. A cold, hard night; with the half-foot long icicles cracking from the increasing density of the frost, and falling, with a little clatter and a shivering, into atoms on the heads or at the feet of the passers-by; a night on which beggars huddled together for warmth in stoops and porches, or, being solitary, laid down moaning in their agony on doorsteps until, at the end, there came that warm, blissful glow which precedes death by frost. A night when the well-to-do who were abroad drew cloaks, roquelaures, and houppelandes tighter round them as they shivered and shook in chariots and sedan chairs; when dogs were brought in from kennels and placed before the blazing fires so that their unhappy carcases might be thawed back to life and comfort, and when horses in their stalls had rugs and cloths strapped over their backs so that, in the morning, they should not be found stretched dead upon their straw.

Inside, except in the garrets and other dwellings of the outcasts, who had neither fuel to their fires nor rags to their backs, every effort was made to expel the winter cold; wood fires blazed on hearths and in Alsatian stoves; each nook and cranny of every window was plugged carefully; while men, and in many cases, women as well, drank spiced Lunel and Florence, Richebourg and St. Georges, to keep their temperatures up. And drank copiously, too.

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"This should be almost Mademoiselle's last appearance here. Doubtless Monsieur le Duc is anxious for-for his union with Mademoiselle. When, if one may make so bold to ask, is it likely to take place?"

For answer, the girl seated before him raised her eyes to those of the young Englishman, then-with a glance towards Vandecque's back, rounded as it bent over the table, while he scooped up the stakes which a successful deal of the cards had made his-said slowly:

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