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_ BOOK III CHAPTER VII "A desert wild
Mr. Gawtrey gazed after him and muttered, "Is the die then cast?" "What does he mean?" said Morton. "You will know soon," replied Gawtrey, and he followed Birnie; and from that time the whispered conferences with that person, which had seemed suspended during their travels, were renewed. .......... One morning, three men were seen entering Paris on foot through the Porte St. Denis. It was a fine day in spring, and the old city looked gay with its loitering passengers and gaudy shops, and under that clear blue exhilarating sky so peculiar to France. Two of these men walked abreast, the other preceded them a few steps. The one who went first--thin, pale, and threadbare--yet seemed to suffer the least from fatigue; he walked with a long, swinging, noiseless stride, looking to the right and left from the corners of his eyes. Of the two who followed, one was handsome and finely formed, but of swarthy complexion, young, yet with a look of care; the other, of sturdy frame, leaned on a thick stick, and his eyes were gloomily cast down. "Philip," said the last, "in coming back to Paris--I feel that I am coming back to my grave!" "Pooh--you were equally despondent in our excursions elsewhere." "Because I was always thinking of poor Fanny, and because--because--Birnie was ever at me with his horrible temptations!" "Birnie! I loathe the man! Will you never get rid of him?" "I cannot! Hush! he will hear us. How unlucky we have been! and now without a son in our pockets--here the dunghill--there the gaol! We are in his power at last!" "His power! what mean you?" "What ho! Birnie!" cried Gawtrey, unheeding Morton's question. "Let us halt and breakfast: I am tired." "You forget!--we have no money till we make it," returned Birnie, coldly.--"Come to the serrurier's he will trust us." _ |