A gentleman!"
The path was at this point almost too narrow for her to walk around
him; so she waited without replying.
"And do not forget, Madame, that you are a fugitive from justice, and
that a word to Monsieur de Lauson . . ."
"I dare you to speak, Monsieur," with growing anger. "Have you no
bogus paper to hold over my head? Are you about to play the vicomte's
trick second-hand?"
"I know nothing about his tricks, but I shall kill him at an early
date."
Madame's shrug said plainly that it mattered nothing to her. "Once
more, will you stand aside, or must I call?"
"Call, Madame!" His violence got the better of him, and he seized her
wrist. "Call to the fellow who calls himself the Chevalier; call!"
"Do I hear some one calling my name?" said a voice not far away.
D'Herouville looked over madame's shoulder, while madame turned with
relief. She quickly released her wrist and sped some distance up the
path, passing the Chevalier, who did not stop till he stood face to
face with D'Herouville.
"You were about to remark?" began the Chevalier, a frank and honest
hatred in his eyes.
The count eyed him contemptuously.
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