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"
Yes
.
"
"
What
are
you
looking
at
?
"
"
I
am
looking
at
you
;
indeed
you
are
adorable
like
that
!
One
would
say
you
were
carrying
me
off
.
"
"
And
they
would
be
right
,
pardieu
!
"
"
Oh
,
I
think
you
swore
,
Eugenie
.
"
And
the
two
young
girls
,
whom
every
one
might
have
thought
plunged
in
grief
,
the
one
on
her
own
account
,
the
other
from
interest
in
her
friend
,
burst
out
laughing
,
as
they
cleared
away
every
visible
trace
of
the
disorder
which
had
naturally
accompanied
the
preparations
for
their
escape
.
Then
,
having
blown
out
the
lights
,
the
two
fugitives
,
looking
and
listening
eagerly
,
with
outstretched
necks
,
opened
the
door
of
a
dressing-room
which
led
by
a
side
staircase
down
to
the
yard
--
Eugenie
going
first
,
and
holding
with
one
arm
the
portmanteau
,
which
by
the
opposite
handle
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
scarcely
raised
with
both
hands
.
The
yard
was
empty
;
the
clock
was
striking
twelve
.
The
porter
was
not
yet
gone
to
bed
.
Eugenie
approached
softly
,
and
saw
the
old
man
sleeping
soundly
in
an
arm-chair
in
his
lodge
.
She
returned
to
Louise
,
took
up
the
portmanteau
,
which
she
had
placed
for
a
moment
on
the
ground
,
and
they
reached
the
archway
under
the
shadow
of
the
wall
.
Eugenie
concealed
Louise
in
an
angle
of
the
gateway
,
so
that
if
the
porter
chanced
to
awake
he
might
see
but
one
person
.
Then
placing
herself
in
the
full
light
of
the
lamp
which
lit
the
yard
--
"
Gate
!
"
cried
she
,
with
her
finest
contralto
voice
,
and
rapping
at
the
window
.
The
porter
got
up
as
Eugenie
expected
,
and
even
advanced
some
steps
to
recognize
the
person
who
was
going
out
,
but
seeing
a
young
man
striking
his
boot
impatiently
with
his
riding-whip
,
he
opened
it
immediately
.
Louise
slid
through
the
half-open
gate
like
a
snake
,
and
bounded
lightly
forward
.
Eugenie
,
apparently
calm
,
although
in
all
probability
her
heart
beat
somewhat
faster
than
usual
,
went
out
in
her
turn
.
A
porter
was
passing
and
they
gave
him
the
portmanteau
;
then
the
two
young
girls
,
having
told
him
to
take
it
to
No.
36
,
Rue
de
la
Victoire
,
walked
behind
this
man
,
whose
presence
comforted
Louise
.
As
for
Eugenie
,
she
was
as
strong
as
a
Judith
or
a
Delilah
.
They
arrived
at
the
appointed
spot
.
Eugenie
ordered
the
porter
to
put
down
the
portmanteau
,
gave
him
some
pieces
of
money
,
and
having
rapped
at
the
shutter
sent
him
away
.
The
shutter
where
Eugenie
had
rapped
was
that
of
a
little
laundress
,
who
had
been
previously
warned
,
and
was
not
yet
gone
to
bed
.
She
opened
the
door
.
"
Mademoiselle
,
"
said
Eugenie
,
"
let
the
porter
get
the
post-chaise
from
the
coach-house
,
and
fetch
some
post-horses
from
the
hotel
.
Here
are
five
francs
for
his
trouble
.
"
"
Indeed
,
"
said
Louise
,
"
I
admire
you
,
and
I
could
almost
say
respect
you
.
"
The
laundress
looked
on
in
astonishment
,
but
as
she
had
been
promised
twenty
louis
,
she
made
no
remark
.
