The Lane That Had No Turning, Complete

k the wine feebly, then leaned her head against th

o comfort you, that if friendship is a boon in this

e rose to her feet, and pulled down over her face the veil she wore. She was about to hold out her hand to him to say good-bye, when there was a noise with

to Madelinette. "It was her set the fellow on to shoot me. I h

inette was, she was

my employ-" she began,

about shooting and a

and Madame there followed, and her servant shot me. The will I br

f a drunken scoundrel like this! What is this talk of wills! The vapourings of his drunken brain. The Seigneury of Pontiac belongs to Monsieur R

that I came to yo

low in charge. Take him to gaol, and I will

to shriek an imprecation at Fournel; but the constables clapped hand

fear for the fellow. A little gaol will do him good. I will see to

right, and that-" "It will all come out right," he firmly insisted. "Will you ask

use, Fournel shook Madelinette's hand warm

Madelinette, with a sorrowf

o," he rejoined, a