"
"Pooh! I am strong enough, Mademoiselle," he answered. "I will get a
mouthful of food and return, for I would be by when he wakes."
Then their voices sank so low that as they withdrew I caught not what was
said. The door closed softly and for a space there was silence, broken at
last by a sigh above my head. With an answering sigh I opened wide my eyes
and feasted them upon the lovely face of Yvonne de Canaples, as she bent
over me with a look of tenderness and pity that at once recalled to me our
parting when I was arrested.
But suddenly meeting the stare of my gaze, she drew back with a half-
stifled cry, whose meaning my dull wits sought not to interpret, but
methought I caught from her lips the words, "Thank God!"
"Where am I, Mademoiselle?" I inquired, and the faintness of my voice
amazed me.
"You know me!" she exclaimed, as though the thing were a miracle. Then
coming forward again, and setting her cool, sweet hand upon my forehead,
"Hush," she murmured in the accents one might use to soothe a child. "You
are at Canaples, among friends. Now sleep."
"At Canaples!" I echoed.
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