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hole body as she heard suddenly the distant barking of a dog. The dog perceived some one. Was it Menko? No: the sound, a howling rather than a barking, came from a long distance, from Sartrouville, beyond the Seine. "It is not Duna or Bundas," she murmured, "nor Ortog. What folly to remain here at the window! Menko will not come. Heaven grant that he does not come!" And she sighed a happy sigh as if relieved of a terrible weight. Suddenly, with a quick movement, she started violently back, as if some frightful apparition had risen up before her. Hoarse bayings, quite different from the distant barking of a moment before, rent the air, and were repeated more and more violently below there in the darkness. This time it was indeed the great Danish hounds and the shaggy colossus of the Himalayas, which were precipitating themselves upon some prey. "Great God! He is there, then! He is there!" whispered Marsa, paralyzed with horror. There was something gruesome in the cries of the dogs, By the continued repetition of the savage noises, sharp, irritated, frightful snarls and yelps, Marsa divined some horrible struggle in the darkness, of a man against the beasts. Then all her terror seemed to mount to her lips in a cry of pity, which was instantly repressed. She steadied herself against the window, striving, with all her strength, to reason herself into calmness. "It was his own wish," she thought. Did she not know, then, what she was doing when, wishing to place a living guard between herself and danger, she had descended to the kennel and unloosed the ferocious animals, which, recognizing her voice, had bounded about her and licked her hands with many manifestations of joy? She had ascended again to her chamber and extinguished the light, around which fluttered the moths, beating the opal shade with their downy wings; and, in the darkness, drinking in the night air at the open window, she had waited, saying to herself that Michel Menko would not come; but, if he did come, it was the will of fate that he should fall a victim to the devoted dogs which guarded her. Why should she pity him? She hated him, this Michel. He had threatened her, and she had defended herself, that was all. Ortog's teeth were made for thieves and intruders. No pity! No, no--no pity for such a coward, since he had dared-- But yet, as the ferocious bayings of the dogs below became redoubled in their fury, she imagined, in te
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