Pierre's wife. "If
there had been no mistake, there would have been a murder. Do you
understand, m'sieu? If it had been some one else behind that rock,
I am quite certain he would have died. The Law, at least, would
have called it murder. If Roger Audemard is a criminal, then I
also am a criminal. And an honorable man would not make a
distinction because one of them is a woman!"
"But--Black Roger was a fiend. He deserves no mercy. He--"
"Perhaps, m'sieu!"
She was on her feet, her eyes flaming down upon him. In that
moment her beauty was like the beauty of Carmin Fanchet. The poise
of her slender body, her glowing cheeks, her lustrous hair, her
gold-flecked eyes with the light of diamonds in them, held him
speechless.
"I was sorry and went back for you," she said. "I wanted you to
live, after I saw you like that on the sand. Bateese says I was
indiscreet, that I should have left you there to die. Perhaps he
is right. And yet--even Roger Audemard might have had that pity
for you."
She turned quickly, and he heard her moving away from him. Then,
from the door, she said,
"Bateese will make you comfortable, m'sieu."
The door opened and closed.
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