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A Vagabond Chapter

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           "FromtheMarquisofSteyne?"Beckyasked,resumingasmuchofherdignityasshecouldmuster,andnotalittleagitatedbyhopeandexpectation.

           "No,"saidthevalet;"itisfromme.Romeisveryunwholesome."

           "Notatthisseason,MonsieurFichenottillafterEaster."

           "ItellMadameitisunwholesomenow.Thereisalwaysmalariaforsomepeople.Thatcursedmarshwindkillsmanyatallseasons.Look,MadameCrawley,youwerealwaysbonenfant,andIhaveaninterestinyou,paroled’honneur.Bewarned.GoawayfromRome,Itellyouoryouwillbeillanddie."

           Beckylaughed,thoughinrageandfury."What!assassinatepoorlittleme?"shesaid."Howromantic!Doesmylordcarrybravosforcouriers,andstilettosinthefourgons?Bah!Iwillstay,ifbuttoplaguehim.IhavethosewhowilldefendmewhilstIamhere."

           ItwasMonsieurFiche’sturntolaughnow."Defendyou,"hesaid,"andwho?TheMajor,theCaptain,anyoneofthosegamblingmenwhomMadameseeswouldtakeherlifeforahundredlouis.WeknowthingsaboutMajorLoder(heisnomoreaMajorthanIammyLordtheMarquis)whichwouldsendhimtothegalleysorworse.Weknoweverythingandhavefriendseverywhere.WeknowwhomyousawatParis,andwhatrelationsyoufoundthere.Yes,Madamemaystare,butwedo.HowwasitthatnoministerontheContinentwouldreceiveMadame?Shehasoffendedsomebody:whoneverforgiveswhoserageredoubledwhenhesawyou.

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