THE ROAD TO LIBERTY. 
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fast. She had heard the grinding of brakes, 
quick footsteps were approaching along the 
road. Was this, perhaps, the adventure at 
last ? 
“ Mademoiselle ! ” 
She moved the parasol from before her 
face. She had self-control, and there was 
inform a traveller whether this is indeed the 
road to Cannes ? ” 
Felice answered him with perfect gravity — 
in excellent English. 
“ There is but one road, monsieur, as you 
see, and it leads, without doubt, to Cannes,” 
she told him. 
l< 1 THERE IS BUT ONB ROAD, MONSIEUR, AS YOU SEE, AND IT LEADS, WITHOUT DOUBT, TO 
CANNES , 5 SHE TOLD IIIM . 55 
nothing, in her gravely-inquiring eyes — 
beautiful, soft brown eyes they were — 
to indicate the turmoil within. Her first 
instinct was one of reassurance. It was a 
boy who addressed her, a boy of little more 
than her own age, bare-headed, not altogether 
at his ease. He spoke in halting French. 
“ Would mademoiselle be so good as to 
The boy remained embarrassed, but he was 
very resolute. 
“ We thought it might be the right road,” 
he admitted ; “ but, to tell you the truth, 
you looked so awfully jolly and all that sort 
of thing, you know, I couldn’t help stopping. 
Don’t be angry, please,” he begged. 
She lowered her parasol momentarily — 
