"The law that this rash young man
himself evokes. The law of the sword." He spoke very gravely,
almost sadly. For he realized that after all the ground was tender.
"You are not to suppose that he is to continue indefinitely his
career of evil and of murder. Sooner or later he will meet a
sword that will avenge the others. You have observed that my
cousin Chabrillane is among the number of this assassin's victims;
that he was killed on Tuesday last."
"If I have not expressed my condolence, Azyr, it is because my
indignation stifles at the moment every other feeling. The
scoundrel! You say that sooner or later he will meet a sword that
will avenge the others. I pray that it may be soon."
The Marquis answered him quietly, without anything but sorrow in
his voice. "I think your prayer is likely to be heard. This
wretched young man has an engagement for to-morrow, when his
account may be definitely settled."
He spoke with such calm conviction that his words had all the sound
of a sentence of death. They suddenly stemmed the flow of M.
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