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286 The bloodstains were his.

Why, then, that noble silence,—kept so long—

Broken to-day for the first time—why?

Why?…

What madness! Here? I knew it well!

What now?

He has brought his death by coming, Madame.

God! Ah then! that faintness of a moment since…?

Why, true! It interrupted the 'Gazette': …Saturday, twenty-sixth, at dinner-time, Assassination of De Bergerac.