Tired Nature was having her way at last; she folded the quivering
young body in her motherly arms, and wrapped the aching senses beneath
her merciful mantle of unconsciousness.





CHAPTER II

Citizen-Deputy.


When, presently, the young girl awoke, with a delicious feeling of
rest and well-being, she had plenty of leisure to think.

So, then, this was his house! She was actually a guest, a rescued
protege, beneath the roof of Citoyen Deroulede.

He had dragged her from the clutches of the howling mob which she had
provoked; his mother had made her welcome, a sweet-faced, young girl
scarce out of her teens, sad-eyed and slightly deformed, had waited
upon her and made her happy and comfortable.

Juliette de Marny was in the house of the man, whom she had sworn
before her God and before her father to pursue with hatred and
revenge.

Ten years had gone by since then.