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At sight of Fleurette, Chauvelin had stared as if he had seen a ghost. He did not trust his eyes: they were obviously playing him a trick. It was only a second or two later that he realized it was indeed the child, come, Heaven only knew why or how, but here in this awful city where treachery, hatred and cruelty were holding sway under his own command.
Half-dazed, he yielded to the caresses of this one being the whole wide world whom his tigerish heart had ever loved. His arms closed round her beloved form, whose sweet breath as of thyme and violets filled his soul with joy. Then, looking up, he saw Louise standing there: silent, stolid, mutely accusing, and he asked roughly: "How the hell did you both get here?"