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"
Andrea
,
the
murderer
!
"
cried
one
of
the
ladies
.
"
Eugenie
!
Mademoiselle
Danglars
!
"
exclaimed
Andrea
,
stupefied
.
"
Help
,
help
!
"
cried
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
,
taking
the
bell
from
her
companion
's
hand
,
and
ringing
it
yet
more
violently
.
"
Save
me
,
I
am
pursued
!
"
said
Andrea
,
clasping
his
hands
.
"
For
pity
,
for
mercy
's
sake
do
not
deliver
me
up
!
"
"
It
is
too
late
,
they
are
coming
,
"
said
Eugenie
.
"
Well
,
conceal
me
somewhere
;
you
can
say
you
were
needlessly
alarmed
;
you
can
turn
their
suspicions
and
save
my
life
!
"
The
two
ladies
,
pressing
closely
to
one
another
,
and
drawing
the
bedclothes
tightly
around
them
,
remained
silent
to
this
supplicating
voice
,
repugnance
and
fear
taking
possession
of
their
minds
.
"
Well
,
be
it
so
,
"
at
length
said
Eugenie
;
"
return
by
the
same
road
you
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
young
girl
with
an
expression
which
proved
how
little
he
understood
such
ferocious
honor
.
"
Kill
myself
?
"
he
cried
,
throwing
down
his
knife
;
"
why
should
I
do
so
?
"
