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My Novel — Volume 12 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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there, send an express for me to my hotel."

"But," said Frank, a little bewildered, "if I go to my lodgings, how can
I watch the count?"

"It will nor then be necessary. Only get him to accompany you to your
lodgings, and part with him at the door."

"Stop, stop! you cannot suspect Madame di Negra of connivance in a
scheme so infamous. Pardon me, Lord L'Estrange; I cannot act in this
matter,--cannot even hear you except as your foe, if you insinuate a word
against the honour of the woman I love."

"Brave gentleman, your hand. It is Madame di Negra I would save, as well
as my friend's young child. Think but of her, while you act as I
entreat, and all will go well. I confide in you. Now, return to the
count."

Frank walked back to join Peschiera, and his brow was thoughtful, and his
lips closed firmly. Harley had that gift which belongs to the genius of
Action. He inspired others with the light of his own spirit and the
force of his own will. Harley next hastened to Lord Spendquick, remained
with that young gentleman some minutes, then repaired to his hotel, where
Leonard, the prince, and Giacomo still awaited him.

"Come with me, both of you. You, too, Giacomo. I must now see the
police. We may then divide upon separate missions."

"Oh, my dear Lord," cried Leonard, "you must have had good news. You
seem cheerful and sanguine."
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