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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"Uncle Bernac A Memory of the Empire"

But as to Toussac, I should
have no pity upon him, for I know him to be a murderer five times over,
and I know also that there will be no peace in France until he has been
taken. Cousin Louis, will you help me to do it?'
The lieutenant had been tugging at his moustache and looking me up and
down with a jealous eye.
'Surely, mademoiselle, you will permit me to help you?' he cried in a
piteous voice.
'I may need you both,' said she. 'I will come to you if I do. Now I
will ask you to ride with me to the edge of the camp and there to leave
me.'
She had a quick imperative way which came charmingly from those sweet
womanly lips. The grey horse upon which I had come to the camp was
waiting beside that of the hussar, so we were soon in the saddle.
When we were clear of the huts my cousin turned to us.
'I had rather go alone now,' said she. 'It is understood, then, that I
can rely upon you.'
'Entirely,' said I.
'To the death,' cried Gerard.
'It is everything to me to have two brave men at my back,' said she, and
so, with a smile, gave her horse its head and cantered off over the
downland in the direction of Grosbois.


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