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assailed her from the first, nor that feeling of unreality and staginess with which the Frenchwoman's attitude had originally struck her. Yet she tried to be kind and to be cordial, tried to hide that coldness in her manner which she felt was unjustified. "It is all very praiseworthy on your part, Madame," she said somewhat lamely. "Madame...?" she added interrogatively. "My name is Candeille--Desiree Candeille," replied the Frenchwoman. "Candeille?" exclaimed Marguerite with sudden alacrity, "Candeille... surely..." "Yes... of the Varietes." "Ah! then I know why your face from the first seemed familiar to me," said Marguerite, this time with unaffected cordiality. "I must have applauded you many a time in the olden days. I am an ex-colleague, you know. My name was St. Just before I married, and I was of the Maison Moliere." "I knew that," said Desiree Candeille, "and half hoped that you would remember me." "Nay! who could forget Demoiselle Candeille, the most popular star in the theatrical firmament?" "Oh! that was so long ago." "Only four years." "A fallen star is soon lost out of sight." "Why fallen?" "It was a choice for me between exile from France and the guillotine," rejoined Candeille simply. "Surely not?" queried Marguerite with a touch of genuine sympathy. With characteristic impulsiveness, she had now cast aside her former misgivings: she had conquered her mistrust, at any rate had relegated it to the background of her mind. This woman was a colleague: she had suffered and was in distress; she had every claim, therefore, on a compatriot's help and friendship. She stretched out her hand and took Desiree Candeille's in her own; she forced herself to feel nothing but admiration for this young woman, whose whole attitude spoke of sorrows nobly borne, of misfortunes proudly endured. "I don't know why I should sadden you with my story," rejoined Desiree Candeille after a slight pause, during which she seemed to be waging war against her own emotion. "It is not a very interesting one. Hundreds have suffered as I did. I had enemies in Paris. God knows how that happened. I had never harmed anyone, but someone must have hated me and must have wished me ill. Evil is so easily wrought in France these days. A denunciation--a perquisition--an accusation--then the flight from Paris... the forged passports... the disguise... the bribe... the hardships... the squalid hiding places.... Oh! I
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