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ow? It could do no one any harm now that she should have Jean, when Jean did not know, when perhaps--she lifted her head quickly, lifted it far back until the white throat and bosom lay bare; until the pure, glorious face, with its wonderful contour, its divinely beautiful lips, tense with outraged grief, looked full into another face that was thrust suddenly before her. It was Paul Valmain who had done this, and he dared to come and stand over her now, and hold in his hand the--why did she not scream out---the blade was red! "Look! Look!"--his face ashen, Paul Valmain was pointing to the unwrapped figure of the "_Fille du Regiment_." "The face--the lips!" he whispered hoarsely. "The lips--it is you who are his model! It was you--last night! That hat! That cloak! My God!" he cried out, and the rapier, falling from his hand, clattered upon the floor. "My God, what have I done!" -- VI -- "JEAN MUST NOT KNOW" Jean's model! Even in that moment, when it seemed that all else was extraneous, that nothing mattered save that white face, that still form on the floor, the thought brought a strange, troubled amazement--but it was gone almost instantly, as her mind, still refusing to centre on anything but the one great fear that perhaps Jean might die, carried her swiftly back to what was passing around her. She looked again at the doctor as he knelt on the floor and worked with deft fingers over Jean, and something in those grey hairs, in that kindly face, even if it were so grave now, gave her a little courage--surely, surely he would not let Jean die; she looked at the man who, too, was kneeling beside Jean--but he meant nothing to her, she could only wonder why he was there; she looked at Paul Valmain--and shuddered. It was Paul Valmain who had done this, who perhaps had killed Jean--and he was still staring at her in such a fixed, horrible, fascinated way. She rose quickly to her feet, clenching her hands. And then the doctor, raising his head suddenly, was speaking in quiet tones: "I need hardly say that if Monsieur Laparde recovers, we are in honour pledged to secrecy, messieurs. Monsieur Vinailles and I will carry Monsieur Laparde upstairs to his bed, so that clatter-tongued concierge and his wife will know nothing of this--and to-morrow, if they are told that Monsieur Laparde has met with an accident it will be enough. Monsieur Vinailles and I will attend to everything here; and I would s
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