"Give me the letter, citizen," she said, "time to slip on a warm
petticoat and a shawl, and I'll go myself. It's not fit for the
boy to go at this hour."
"You will bring me back a line from my sister in reply to this,"
said Armand, whom circumstances had at last rendered cautious.
"Bring it up to my rooms that I may give you the five louis in
exchange."
He waited while the woman slipped back into her room. She heard
him speaking to her boy; the same lad who a fortnight ago had
taken the treacherous letter which had lured Blakeney to the house
into the fatal ambuscade that had been prepared for him.
Everything reminded Armand of that awful night, every hour that he
had since spent in the house had been racking torture to him. Now
at last he was to leave it, and on an errand which might help to
ease the load of remorse from his heart.
The woman was soon ready. Armand gave her final directions as to
how to find the house ; then she took the letter and promised to
be very quick, and to bring back a reply from the lady.
Armand accompanied her to the door. The night was dark, a thin
drizzle was falling; he stood and watched until the woman's
rapidly walking figure was lost in the misty gloom.
Then with a heavy sigh he once more went within.
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