XXVI. BUT THE FLEECE ELECTS TO REMAIN

XXVII. THE NIGHT'S WORK

XXVIII. MEDEA'S LITTLE HOUR

XXIX. THE SCALES OF INJUSTICE

XXX. JASON SAILS BACK TO COLCHIS--JOURNEY'S END

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I

STE. MARIE HEARS OF A MYSTERY AND MEETS A DARK LADY


From Ste. Marie's little flat, which overlooked the gardens, they drove
down the quiet rue du Luxembourg, and at the Place St. Sulpice turned to
the left. They crossed the Place St. Germain des Prés, where lines of
home-bound working-people stood waiting for places in the electric
trams, and groups of students from the Beaux Arts or from Julien's sat
under the awnings of the Deux Magots, and so, beyond that busy square,
they came into the long and peaceful stretch of the Boulevard St.
Germain. The warm, sweet dusk gathered round them as they went, and the
evening air was fresh and aromatic in their faces. There had been a
little gentle shower in the late afternoon, and roadway and pavement