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But
a
slender
figure
pushed
the
stammering
gendarme
aside
.
Dressed
all
in
black
,
with
a
long
veil
that
hid
her
face
,
she
advanced
into
the
room
.
My
heart
gave
a
sickening
throb
.
She
had
come
then
!
All
my
efforts
were
in
vain
.
Yet
I
could
not
but
admire
the
courage
that
had
led
her
to
take
this
step
so
unfalteringly
.
She
raised
her
veil
—
and
I
gasped
For
,
though
as
like
her
as
two
peas
,
this
girl
was
not
Cinderella
!
On
the
other
hand
,
now
that
I
saw
her
without
the
fair
wig
she
had
worn
on
the
stage
,
I
recognized
her
as
the
girl
of
the
photograph
in
Jack
Renauld
’
s
room
.
“
You
are
the
Juge
d
’
Instruction
,
M
.
Hautet
?
”
she
queried
.
“
Yes
,
but
I
forbid
—
”
“
My
name
is
Bella
Duveen
.
I
wish
to
give
myself
up
for
the
murder
of
Mr
.
Renauld
.
”
“
My
Friend
:
“
You
will
know
all
when
you
get
this
.
Nothing
that
I
can
say
will
move
Bella
.
She
has
gone
out
to
give
herself
up
.
I
am
tired
out
with
struggling
.
“
You
will
know
now
that
I
deceived
you
,
that
where
you
gave
me
trust
I
repaid
you
with
lies
.
It
will
seem
,
perhaps
,
indefensible
to
you
,
but
I
should
like
,
before
I
go
out
of
your
life
for
ever
,
to
show
you
just
how
it
all
came
about
.
If
I
knew
that
you
forgave
me
,
it
would
make
life
easier
for
me
.
It
wasn
’
t
for
myself
I
did
it
—
that
’
s
the
only
thing
I
can
put
forward
to
say
for
myself
.
