He was wrong.
With a bound, Juliette flew to him, throwing herself upon him, her arms
about his neck, and embraced him as she had never embraced him before.
"Yes, I do love you!" she cried. "Yes, you have committed a crime for
my sake, because you loved me. You have a heart. I never really knew you
before!"
It had cost him dear to inspire this passion in Madame Juliette; but
Noel never thought of that.
He experienced a moment of intense delight: nothing appeared hopeless to
him now.
But he had the presence of mind to free himself from her embrace.
"Let us go," he said; "the one great danger is, that I do not know from
whence the attack comes. How they have discovered the truth is still a
mystery to me."
Juliette remembered her alarming visitor of the afternoon; she
understood it all.
"Oh, what a wretched woman I am!" she cried, wringing her hands in
despair; "it is I who have betrayed you. It occurred on Tuesday, did it
not?"
"Yes, Tuesday."
"Ah, then I have told all, without a doubt, to your friend, the old man
I supposed you had sent, Tabaret!"
"Has Tabaret been here?"
"Yes; just a little while ago."
"Come, then," cried Noel, "quickly; it's a miracle that he hasn't been
back.
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