came, and we will say nothing about you, unhappy wretch."
"Here he is, here he is!" cried a voice from the landing; "here he is!
I see him!" The brigadier had put his eye to the keyhole, and had
discovered Andrea in a posture of entreaty. A violent blow from the butt
end of the musket burst open the lock, two more forced out the bolts,
and the broken door fell in. Andrea ran to the other door, leading to
the gallery, ready to rush out; but he was stopped short, and he stood
with his body a little thrown back, pale, and with the useless knife in
his clinched hand.
"Fly, then!" cried Mademoiselle d'Armilly, whose pity returned as her
fears diminished; "fly!"
"Or kill yourself!" said Eugenie (in a tone which a Vestal in the
amphitheatre would have used, when urging the victorious gladiator to
finish his vanquished adversary). Andrea shuddered, and looked on the
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