"
"It's false!"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, then, it is true," he added, "for I loved you so--"
"Really! And it was for love of me that you poisoned Sauvresy?"
He saw that he was discovered, that he had been caught in a trap,
that they had come, in his absence, and told Laurence all. He did
not attempt to deny anything.
"What shall I do?" cried he, "what shall I do?"
Laurence drew him to her, and muttered in a shuddering voice:
"Save the name of Tremorel; there are pistols here."
He recoiled, as if he had seen death itself.
"No," said he. "I can yet fly and conceal myself; I will go alone,
and you can rejoin me afterward."
"I have already told you that it is too late. The police have
surrounded the house. And--you know--it is the galleys, or--the
scaffold!"
"I can get away by the courtyard."
"It is guarded; look."
He ran to the window, saw M. Lecoq's men, and returned half mad
and hideous with terror.
"I can at least try," said he, "by disguising myself--"
"Fool! A detective is in there, and it was he who left that
warrant to arrest you on the table."
He saw that he was lost beyond hope.
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