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YOU HAVE MURDERED YOUR FRIEND MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOU !
"He's gone!" she exclaimed. ' ' Look ! He escaped by the window ! ' '
"Diantre!" muttered Lagrive, unable to believe his eyes. ' ' That was a fool thing to do! He's dead on the rocks, or he's drowned — that's sure!"
Madame Bertin returned to her husband with the news. Pale, almost fainting, she sank into a chair. Bertin interpreted her agitation as signs of love for the marquis. His fury was rekindled at the thought.
"He is dead? Bon!" he shouted. "And it was I who killed him! You dare shed tears in my presence for that man, faithless woman! I knew of your treachery, and it was my vengeance that sent De Fiers to his death ! I forced him to escape ; I furnished him with a rope too short ; and now your lover is a mangled mass on the rocks, a plaything for the waves !"
With distended eyes, his wife listened to him.
"You murdered him?" she cried, "oh, monstrous! And your accusations are unjust; he was indiscreet
last night, but it was the mistake of a moment, that I should not have permitted again. And now, you are the murderer of your friend! May God have mercy on you ! ' '
The door opened, and a servant entered with a letter. The governor, trembling, tho still stern, broke the seal, and unfolded the sheet of paper. He read slowly, reflectively, then gravely laid the letter on the table, before his wife. It was from the marquis :
Dear Friend — I understand your motive in instigating my escape. Thank God ! I am safe, and over the frontier, in Spain. I beg of you, do not visit your vengeance upon your innocent wife. I alone am to blame; and I regret my indiscretion. Pardon me, and believe me Your friend, as ever,
De Fiers.
"With a great sigh of relief, Madame Bertin rose, and looked questioningly at her husband. "Forgive me!" he breathed, intensely. He opened his arms, and, swift as a swallow to its nest, she went to him.