Lady Laura Teresa Alma-Tadema paintings
Louise Abbema paintings
My brother met some of the cardinal’s emissaries in the uniform of musketeers. You would have been summoned to the gate; you would have thought you went to meet friends; you would have been carried off and taken back again to Paris.”
“Dear lady,” said Madame Bonacieux, “pardon me for interrupting you, but what do you advise me to do? Good Heavens! You have more experience than I have. Speak! I will listen.”
“There would be a very simple way, very natural—”
“What? Say!”
“To wait, concealed in the neighbourhood, until you satisfied your-self who the men were who came to ask for you.”
“But where can I wait?”
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