Levett Yeats Sidney. The Heart of Denise, and Other Tales
THE HEART OF DENISE
CHAPTER I. M. DE LORGNAC'S PRICE
CHAPTER II. THE ORATORY
CHAPTER III. THE SPUR OF LES ESCHELLES
CHAPTER IV. AT AMBAZAC
CHAPTER V. M. LE MARQUIS LEADS HIS HIGHEST TRUMP
CHAPTER VI. AT THE SIGN OF THE GOLDEN FROG
CHAPTER VII. UNMASKED
CHAPTER VIII. BLAISE DE LORGNAC
CHAPTER IX. LA COQUILLE'S MESSAGE
CHAPTER X. MONSIEUR LE CHEVALIER IS PAID IN FULL
THE CAPTAIN MORATTI'S LAST AFFAIR
CHAPTER I "ARCADES AMBO."
CHAPTER II. AT "THE DEVIL ON TWO STICKS."
CHAPTER III. FELICITÀ
CHAPTER IV. CONCLUSION-THE TORRE DOLOROSA
THE TREASURE OF SHAGUL
THE FOOT OF GAUTAMA
THE DEVIL'S MANUSCRIPT
CHAPTER I. THE BLACK PACKET
CHAPTER II. THE RED TRIDENT
CHAPTER III "THE MARK OF THE BEAST."
UNDER THE ACHILLES
THE MADNESS OF SHERE BAHADUR
REGINE'S APE
A SHADOW OF THE PAST
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One afternoon I sat alone in the little anteroom before the Queen Mother's cabinet. In front of me was an open door. The curtains of violet velvet, spangled with golden lilies, were half drawn, and beyond extended a long, narrow, and gloomy corridor, leading into the main salon of the Hôtel de Soissons, from which the sound of music and occasional laughter came to me. My sister maids of honour were there, doubtless making merry as was their wont with the cavaliers of the court, and I longed to be with them, instead of watching away the hours in the little prison, I can call it no less, that led to the Queen's closet.
In the corridor were two sentries standing as motionless as statues. They were in shadow, except where here and there a straggling gleam of light caught their armour with dazzling effect, and M. de Lorgnac, the lieutenant of the guard, paced slowly up and down the full length of the passage, twisting his dark moustache, and turning abruptly when he came within a few feet of the entrance to the anteroom.
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"You hear, mademoiselle! Thank the King, and get you gone to make ready. I am sick of your endless flirtations, and there must be an end to them-there must be no more talk of your frivolities."
Anger brought back my courage, and half turning away from Tavannes, I said to the Queen:
