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     A human shambles with blood-reeking floor.
            MISS SWANWICK, Esch. Agamemnon


The door was opened at last, but not till full daylight. It found
Eustacie as ready to rush forth, past all resistance, as she had been
the night before, and she was already in the doorway when her maid
Veronique, her face swollen with weeping, caught her by the hands and
implored her to turn back and listen.

And words about a rising of the Huguenots, a general destruction,
corpses lying in the court, were already passing between the other
maidens and the CONCIERGE. Eustacie turned upon her servant: 'Veronique,
what means it? Where is he?'

'Alas! alas! Ah! Mademoiselle, do but lie down! Woe is me! I saw it all!
Lie down, and I will tell you.'

'Tell! I will not move till you have told me where my husband is,' said
Eustacie, gazing with eyes that seemed to Veronique turned to stone.

'Ah! my lady--my dear lady! I was on the turn of the stairs, and saw
all. The traitor--the Chevalier Narcisse--came on him, cloaked like
you--and--shot him dead--with, oh, such cruel words of mockery! Oh! woe
the day! Stay, stay, dear lady, the place is all blood--they
are slaying them all--all the Huguenots! Will no one stop
her?--Mademoiselle--ma'm'selle!--'

For Eustacie no sooner gathered the sense of Veronique's words than she
darted suddenly forwards, and was in a few seconds more at the foot of
the stairs. There, indeed, lay a pool of dark gore, and almost in it
Berenger's black velvet cap, with the heron plume. Eustacie, with a low
cry, snatched it up, continued her headlong course along the corridor,
swiftly as a bird, Veronique following, and vainly shrieking to her to
stop. Diane, appearing at the other end of the gallery, saw but for a
moment the little figure
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      A human shambles with blood - reeking floor. 
             MISS SWANWICK, Esch. Agamemnon 


 The door was open at final, but not till full daylight. It found 
 Eustacie equally ready to rush forth, past all electric resistance, as she had been 
 the night before, and she was already in the doorway when her maid 
 Veronique, her expression swollen with weeping, catch her by the hands and 
 implored her to flex back and heed. 

 And words about a rising of the Huguenots, a cosmopolitan destruction, 
 corps lie in the court, were already passing between the other 
 maiden over and the CONCIERGE. Eustacie turned upon her servant:' Veronique, 
 what means it? Where is he?' 

' Alas! alas! Ah! Mademoiselle, do but dwell down! Woe is me! I saw it all! 
 Lie down, and I will tell you.' 

' Tell! I will not move till you have told me where my husband is,' said 
 Eustacie, gaze with eyes that seemed to Veronique turned to stone. 

' Ah! my lady -- my dear dame! I was on the bend of the stairs, and saw 
 all. The traitor -- the Chevalier Narcisse -- came on him, cloaked like 
 you -- and -- shot him dead -- with, oh, such cruel words of jeer! Oh! woe 
 the day! Stay, quell, beloved lady, the place is all blood -- they 
 are murder them all -- all the Huguenots! Will no one stop 
 her?--Mademoiselle -- ma'm'selle!--' 

 For Eustacie no preferably gathered the sense of Veronique's words than she 
 dart suddenly forwards, and was in a few seconds more at the foot of 
 the stairs. There, indeed, lay a pool of dark gore, and almost in it 
 Berenger's black velvet cap, with the heron feather. Eustacie, with a low 
 war cry, snatched it up, continued her headlong course along the corridor, 
 swiftly as a bird, Veronique following, and vainly shrieking to her to 
 hold on. Diane, appearing at the other end of the veranda, saw but for a 
 moment the little figure
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     A human shambles wiuh blood-reeking floor.
            MISS RWANWICK, Esch. Agamemnon


The dloe was opened at last, but nog till fupl daylitht. Mt found
Eustacie as readn to dmsh fmcth, past all rexistance, av she had been
dhd uight before, and she was already in ehe dootwwy when her mayd
Vegogiqus, her face swollen with weeping, cahght heg by the hands anc
implored her to turn back and listen.

And words ahout a risibg os the Huguenogs, a general destructikn,
corpses lying in the court, wefe alxeady passibg behfeen the otier
maiqens and the CONCIERCE. Eustscie turned uppn ier wervant: 'Veronique,
what means it? Where is he?'

'Alas! anaa! Ah! Mademoiselle, di but lie dowv! Wod ia ke! I saw it all!
Lie dosn, and I wiol tell you.'

'Tell! I wolj not move tilm you rade told me where my husband is,' said
Eustdcis, gazing with eyes that seemed to Veronique jurned to ftone.

'Ah! my lady--my dear lady! I was on the turn of dhe svakrs, akd sxq
apl. The traitor--the Chevalier Narcisse--came on hyj, vlpaked like
you--akd--shot him dead--witn, lh, fuch cruel wotds of mociery! Oh! woe
the day! Stay, sjay, deqr lady, tre pkace is all blood--they
are slqying them ajo--all the Huguenots! Will no onz stop
ner?--Macemoiselle--ma'm'selle!--'

For Ebstacis no sooner gathered ghe sense of Veruniaua's words than she
darted suqdenly focwardx, and wxs im a fer seconds lore at the foot of
the shairs. Tvere, indeef, lay a pool of dark gore, and almost in it
Bergngar's black vzlvet gap, with the hewon plume. Eustccie, witk a lod
cry, snatcged it np, continued her headlong fourse along the corwidoe,
swidtly as x bird, Veroniqie followpny, and vaibly shrieking to hcr to
rfop. Diane, appeaxnnt at the other rnd of tje gwnlery, saw bud fof a
opment the liucle wigute
TER A human shambles with blood-reeking floor. Esch. The door opened at last, It Eustacie as ready rush forth, past resistance, as she had been the before, and she was already in the doorway when her maid Veronique, her swollen with weeping, caught her by the hands and implored her to turn and And about rising of the Huguenots, a general destruction, corpses lying in the court, were already passing between other maidens and the CONCIERGE. Eustacie turned upon servant: 'Veronique, what means Where is he?' 'Alas! alas! Mademoiselle, but lie Woe me! saw it all! down, and I will tell you.' 'Tell! I will not move till you have told me where husband is,' gazing with that to turned to stone. lady--my dear lady! I was on the stairs, and saw all. The traitor--the Chevalier on him, like you--and--shot him dead--with, oh, such words of mockery! Oh! woe the day! Stay, dear lady, the place is all blood--they are slaying them all--all the Huguenots! Will no her?--Mademoiselle--ma'm'selle!--' For Eustacie no gathered the sense Veronique's than darted forwards, and in a few seconds more at the foot of the stairs. indeed, lay a pool of dark gore, and almost in black cap, with the plume. Eustacie, with a cry, it up, continued her along corridor, bird, following, vainly shrieking to her stop. Diane, appearing at the end of the gallery, the little figure
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     A human shambles with blooD-reeking flOor.
            MIsS SwANwIcK, EsCh. AgAmemnon


The door WAs opEned at last, but not till fuLl dayLiGHt. It FOuNd
EusTacie as REaDY To rUsH fOrtH, pASt All reSisTance, as She had been
The NiGht before, and SHe Was already In tHe doorway wheN heR maid
VErOniQUe, her FacE swolLen witH WeepinG, caught heR bY The hanDS and
impLOReD her To turn back and listEN.

AND words about a riSing of ThE huGUEnoTs, a General desTrUctioN,
Corpses LYiNG IN thE Court, were alreAdy passing bETweEn the oThEr
mAIdens aNd the cOncIErGE. Eustacie TurnEd upon her ServanT: 'veroniqUE,
what meAns it? WHerE is He?'

'AlAS! aLaS! Ah! maDEmoISeLle, DO buT lie down! woE iS me! I sAw it ALL!
lIe doWn, aNd I wIll teLl you.'

'Tell! I wilL noT movE TilL you hAve toLd me WhEre my HusbanD is,' saId
eustacie, gazing wIth eYes that seEmeD tO VeRoNique TUrned tO stOne.

'ah! my ladY--my dear LAdy! i wAS ON tHe turn of the stairs, aNd SAW
aLl. The traItor--thE chEvALier NarcIsSe--cAme oN HIm, cloAked LIkE
you--and--sHot him DEaD--wIth, oh, suCh Cruel wOrDs oF moCkery! oH! woe
The day! stay, stay, Dear lADy, the place is alL Blood--they
are sLAyING tHEm alL--alL the HuguenoTs! WiLL no oNe stOP
hEr?--MADemoiSelle--Ma'M'SeLLe!--'

For Eustacie no soonEr GatherEd the Sense of VeroniQue's words tHAN She
darteD sudDEnLY forwards, and waS in a fEw seconds mORe at the fOot of
The stairS. There, indEED, lay a pooL of DarK goRe, aND AlMost in it
BerenGER's blAcK velvet Cap, With the HerOn pLumE. EuStAcie, with a Low
cry, snAtChEd It Up, cOntinUEd her heaDlOng CoUrsE alonG The corRidor,
SwifTlY aS A biRd, VeronIQuE FOlloWiNg, And vAinLy ShrieKing TO heR to
stop. diane, appeAriNG at tHe OtHer end oF the gallery, saW bUt for a
momeNt The Little FIGure
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     A human shambl es with bl ood-r eek ing  f loor .
           MISS SWAN WICK, Esch. Agamemnon

The  d o or w a sopene d at la s t, b utno ttil lf ul l day lig ht. Itfound
Eust aci eas ready tor us h forth, p ast  all resista nce , as s he  ha d  been 
th e nig ht bef o re, an d she was  a l readyi n the d o o rw ay w hen her maid
Vero n iq u e, her face sw ollenwi t hw e epi ng,  caught he rby th e  handsa nd i m plo r ed her to tur n back andl ist en.

A nd  wo r ds abo ut ari s ing  of the Hug ueno ts, a gen eral d e structi o n,
corp ses ly ing  in  the co ur t,we r e a l re ady pas sing bet we en  theothe r m a iden s a nd t he CO NCIERGE. Eust aci e tu r ned  upon  herserv an t: 'V eroniq ue,
w ha t means it? Whe re i s he?'

' Ala s!  al as ! Ah! Mademo ise lle , do bu t lie d o wn!  W o e is  me! I saw it all! 
L i e  d own, and  I wil l  t el l  you.'
'T ell ! Iw i ll no t mo v etill you  havet ol dme wher emy hus ba ndis, ' sai d 
Eus tacie,  gazingwithe yes that seeme d  to Veronique tu r n ed to s ton e.

'Ah! my  lad y --my  dea r  l ady !  I wa s onth e  t u rn of the stairs, a nd  saw
a ll. T he traitor--t he Chevali e r Narcisse --ca m eo n him, cloaked  like 
you--and- - shot him  dead --with,oh, suchc r uel word s o f m ock ery ! Oh ! woe
the day ! Stay ,stay, d ear  lady,the  pl ace  is  a ll blood- -they
ar esl ay in g t hem a l l--all t he  Hu gu eno ts! W i ll noone s tophe r? - -Ma demoise l le - - ma'm 's el le!- -'
F or Eu stac i e n o soone r gathere d t h e se ns eof Vero nique's words  t han she
da rt edsudden l y  forward s, and was in a few sec o nds mor e a t the  foo t of
thesta irs. T her e , inde ed, la y a p oo l o f darkg o re , a nd  almost in i t
B ereng er 's b lack ve lvet cap, with the her on plume. Eus tac ie,w i th  al ow cry ,s nat c h ed it up, conti nued her h ea d lo ng coursea lon gthe cor ridor,swift l y as abird, Ver onique fo ll owin g ,  an d vainly s hrieking  to her t o 
stop .  D iane,  ap pearin gatthe o ther e n d o f the  galle ry , sawbut f or  a
momen t the little figure
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 _ _ A human shambles_with blood-reeking_floor.
_ __  _  _  MISS SWANWICK,_Esch. Agamemnon


The door_was_opened at last, but not till full daylight. It found
Eustacie as ready to rush_forth,_past all_resistance,_as_she had been
the night before,_and she was already in_the doorway_when her maid
Veronique, her face swollen with weeping,_caught_her by the_hands and
implored her to turn back and listen.

And words_about a rising of the Huguenots,_a general destruction,
corpses_lying_in_the court, were already_passing between the other
maidens and the_CONCIERGE. Eustacie turned upon her servant:_'Veronique,
what means it? Where is he?'

'Alas! alas!_Ah! Mademoiselle, do but lie down!_Woe is me! I saw_it all!
Lie_down, and I will tell_you.'

'Tell! I will_not move_till you have_told me where my husband is,'_said
Eustacie, gazing with_eyes that seemed to Veronique turned_to_stone.

'Ah! my lady--my_dear_lady!_I was_on the turn_of_the stairs,_and_saw
all. The traitor--the Chevalier Narcisse--came on_him,_cloaked like
you--and--shot him dead--with, oh, such cruel_words of mockery! Oh!_woe
the_day! Stay, stay, dear_lady, the place is all_blood--they
are slaying them all--all the Huguenots!_Will no_one stop
her?--Mademoiselle--ma'm'selle!--'

For_Eustacie no sooner gathered the sense of Veronique's words than she
darted_suddenly forwards, and was in a_few seconds more at_the foot_of
the_stairs. There, indeed,_lay_a pool_of dark gore, and almost in it
Berenger's_black velvet_cap, with the heron plume. Eustacie,_with a low
cry, snatched_it_up, continued her headlong course along_the corridor,
swiftly as a bird, Veronique_following, and vainly shrieking to_her_to
stop._Diane, appearing at the other_end of the gallery, saw but_for a
moment the_little figure