CHAPTER LII.
THE LAMP OF REPENTIGNY.
Closely veiled, acknowledging no one, looking at no one, and not
themselves recognized by any, but clinging to each other for mutual
support, Amelie and Heloise traversed swiftly the streets that led
to the Convent of the Ursulines.
At the doors, and in the porches and galleries of the old-fashioned
houses, women stood in groups, discussing eagerly the wild reports
that were flying to and fro through the city, and looking up and
down the streets for further news of the tragedy in the market-
place. The male part of the population had run off and gathered
in excited masses around the mansion of the Golden Dog, which was
suddenly shut up, and long streamers of black crape were hanging at
the door.
Many were the inquisitive glances and eager whisperings of the good
wives and girls as the two ladies, deeply veiled in black, passed by
with drooping heads and handkerchiefs pressed against their faces,
while more than one quick ear caught the deep, suppressed sobs that
broke from their bosoms.
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