Chapter 19 A DANSEUSE AND THE BASTILE

Recovering, I found myself lying on a couch, in a large, well-lighted room hung about with pictures and adorned with trophies of the hunt. A wide window faced the foot of the bed where I lay, and through it I could see-though the light hurt my eyes greatly-the Levis shore, on the opposite side of the St. Lawrence. I lay and thought, trying to disco