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212 "It was something that fellow said to me," said I; but I was smiling as we reached the doors and dismounted.

There a servant handed me a note; it was unaddressed. "Is it for me?" I asked.

"Yes, sire; a boy brought it."

I tore it open:

I handed it to Sapt; but all that the tough old soul said in reply to this piteous appeal was:

"Whose fault brought her there?"

Nevertheless, not being faultless myself, I took leave to pity Antoinette de Mauban.