When at Granville, and, not before, send this letter to
Major Hardwicke at the 'Junior United Service Club, London'." The
beautiful girl was blushing rosy red as the sympathetic Swiss folded
her to her breast. "Then, when you get to Paris, go to No. 9 Rue
Berlioz, and leave this letter there for Madame Berthe Louison. Go
yourself. Trust no one. When you have conferred with dear Euphrosyne,
you can send all your letters to Madame Louison at Paris under
cover. She will find out a safe way to get them to me--even if she
has to send her man, Jules, over here. He is quick-witted, and he
will find a way to reach me."
There was a dawning wonder in Justine's eyes.
"Who is this strange Madame Louison? Can you trust her?"
"Ah! Justine!" murmured Nadine, "She is only one who loves me, for
love's own sake, but I know I can trust her. She knows something
of my mother's past life--something that I do not know. This old
tyrant will now try to cut me off from all the outside world. He
has had some strange power given to him by the father who was only
my father in name.
"I will obey you. I swear it!" cried Justine. "And old Simpson will
probably be coming on soon. He loves you. He will serve you."
"Yes," joyously exclaimed Nadine, with a glowing face. "And he
adores Major Hardwicke, whose father saved his life at Lucknow.
There is one dawning hope. You are not to write one word till you
hear from me.
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