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also his presence must hereafter be a menace, and in that wherein tonight
he had failed, he might, again, succeed. It was at this juncture of my
reverie that M. de Montr?sor's pleasant young voice aroused me.
"You appear downcast, M. de Luynes."
"I, downcast!" I echoed, throwing back my head and laughing. "Nay. I was
but thinking.
"Believe me, M. de Luynes," he said kindly, "when I tell you that it
grieves me to be charged with this matter. I have done my best to capture
you. That was my duty. But I should have rejoiced had I failed with the
consciousness of having done all in my power."
"Thanks, Montr?sor," I murmured, and silence followed.
"I have been thinking, Monsieur," he went on presently, "that possibly the
absence of your sword causes you discomfort."
"Eh? Discomfort? It does, most damnably!"
"Give me your parole d'honneur that you will attempt no escape, and not
only shall your sword be returned to you, but you shall travel to Paris
with all comfort and dignity."
Now, so amazed was I that I paused to stare at the officer who was young
enough to make such a proposal to a man of my reputation.
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