The hack was rattling at a
fearful pace over the stony streets. Its noise would have drowned her
cries had it been in her power to utter any.
"Now, my dear Miss Dane," said that unknown voice, very close to her
ear, and all at once, in French, "I'll answer all the questions I know
you are dying to ask at this moment, and answer them truthfully. I speak
in French, that the good Sarah beside us may not comprehend. You
understand the language, I know."
He knew her, then! And yet she utterly failed to recognize that voice.
"In the first place, what does all this mean? Why this deception--this
abduction? Who am I? Where are you being taken? When are you to be
restored to your friends? This is what you would ask, is it not? Very
well; now to answer you. What does this mean? Why, it means that you
have made an enemy, by your atrocious flirting, of one whom you cruelly
and shamefully jilted, who has vowed vengeance, and who knows how to
keep that vow. Why this deception--this abduction? Well, without
deception it was impossible to get you away, and we know just enough
about you to serve our purpose.
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