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hts, Monsieur the Viscount steeled himself against the glances of his topaz-eyed friend, and when the steps of the men were heard upon the stairs, he did not move from the window where he had placed himself, with his back to the stone. The steps came nearer and nearer, Monsieur the Viscount began to whistle--the key was rattled in the lock, and Monsieur the Viscount heard a bit of bread fall, as the toad hastily descended to hide itself as usual in the corners. In a moment his resolution was gone; another second, and it would be too late. He dashed after the creature, picked it up, and when the men came in he was standing with his hands behind him, in which Monsieur Crapaud was quietly and safely seated. The room was swept, and Antoine was preparing to go, when the other, who had been eyeing the prisoner suspiciously, stopped and said with a sharp sneer, "Does the citizen always preserve that position?" "Not he," said the gaoler, good-naturedly. "He spends most of his time in bed, which saves his legs. Come along, Francois." "I shall not come," said the other, obstinately. "Let the citizen show me his hands." "Plague take you!" said Antoine, in a whisper. "What sulky fit possesses you, my comrade? Let the poor wretch alone. What wouldst thou with his hands? Wait a little, and thou shall have his head." "We should have few heads or prisoners either, if thou hadst the care of them," said Francois, sharply. "I say that the prisoner secretes something, and that I will see it. Show your hands, dog of an aristocrat!" Monsieur the Viscount set his teeth to keep himself from speaking, and held out his hands in silence, toad and all. Both the men started back with an exclamation, and Francois got behind his comrade, and swore over his shoulder. Monsieur the Viscount stood upright and still, with a smile on his white face. "Behold, citizen, what I secrete, and what I desire to keep. Behold all that I have left to secrete or to desire! There is nothing more." "Throw it down!" screamed Francois; "many a witch has been burnt for less--throw it down." The colour began to flood over Monsieur the Viscount's face; but still he spoke gently, and with bated breath. "If you wish me to suffer, citizen, let this be my witness that I have suffered. I must be very friendless to desire such a friend. I must be brought very low to ask such a favour. Let the Republic give me this." "The Republic has one safe rule for
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