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In a Glass Darkly, v. 2/3

Chapter 2 THE INN-YARD OF THE BELLE ETOILE.

Word Count: 1432    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

curiosity. My audacity faltered before her; and I felt that my presence in this room was probably an impertinence. This point she quickly settled, fo

ered some apologies, a

eemed of softening matters, "I am happy, however, to have an opportunity of again thanking Monsi

that encouraged me. It was also true that she need not have recognized me;

g, and all the more so that it follo

ntleman in the black wig, a jealous husband, perhaps, might reappear through it. Almost at the same moment, a voice at once reedy and nasal, was heard snarlin

mbled entreaty, at the same time gently waving her hand toward the door through

aw the host of the Belle Etoile which, as I

just quitted, said I liked it, a

but that apartment and two

wh

of disti

? They must have

ris, that we have ceased to inquire the names or titles of o

ay do th

s not interest us. Our rooms, while this cont

rooms so much! Is one of

at people do not usually engage bed-roo

some rooms, any, I don't car

two apartments. They are the

them in

; at least they would not go till morning. I began

from the stables, being put to. A great many vehicles-some private carriages, others, like mine, of that public class, which is equivalent to our old English post-chaise, were stand

carriage, and one of the servants of the "persons of distin

me, in a moment, upon the uneven pavement, among all these sights and sounds

d made the two barrels, that figured as pigeon-houses, on the tops of poles, look as if they were on fire. Everyth

n quest. A servant was locking one of the doors, for it was made with the

rved, pointing to the shield on the door, "an

little key in his pocket, and said with a slightly sarcas

that laxative which, on occasion, acts s

n his hand, and then, in my face, wi

is very

in this carriage, and whom, you may remember, I and my servant assis

lady we call the Countess-but I k

ll me where

Monsieur, I am un

ves! Surely you know something

omte's gentleman, he has been years in his service and knows everything; but he never speaks except to communicate an order. From him I have learned n

is Monsie

get his razors set. But I do n

d honestly have betrayed the secrets of the family, if he had possessed any. I took m

England, he was a native of France-a useful fellow, sharp, bustling, an

souper, and come back and tell me their entire history. I have, this moment, seen one of them who knows nothing, and has communicated it. The other, whose name I forget, is the unknown nobleman's valet, and knows everything. Him you mu

Clair, to whom, you will have observed, I had accustomed myself to talk with the pe

secret; but nothing could be

ng down from my window, I saw him, with incredible quickness, en

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