]
Damn it! I must run or be ruined.
[_Starts to go, but, in passing window, recoils with a cry of
dismay_.]
Sacristie!--See!--See there!
[_Points out of window_.
NANETTE.
[_Contemptuously looking out of window_.]
What now?
POTIN.
There goes the Phantom!
NANETTE.
[_Starting_.]
The dumb girl of the guillotine!
POTIN.
Who glides like a phantom through the streets, without home, friend,
or occupation.
NANETTE.
[_With horror_.]
Except to stand by the scaffold, and count the heads that fall from
the guillotine.
POTIN.
They say that calamity overtakes everyone she follows: that it's
disaster to stand in her way, and sure death to notice her.
NANETTE.
Aye, even those who think themselves too great to believe in God, have
faith in the fatal power of this pale child. My God! look there!
POTIN.
Good Lord!--It's Mademoiselle Diane! She's crossing the street in
front of the Phantom.
NANETTE.
Aye!--Go.--Hurry Mademoiselle here, before she has a chance to heed
this messenger of misery.
POTIN.
[_Going hurriedly_.]
Goddess of Reason, save us all!
[_Exit_.
NANETTE.
Goddess of Reason!--A fine deity for days as mad as these:
[_Crossing to mantel and looking at_ KAUVAR'S _picture_.
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