Chapter XII.
There is something marvellous in the way in which Providence links one event with another. We had scarcely been walking for more than five or six minutes when a man, whose features I could not distinguish, recognized
Lescaut. He had evidently been searching for him in the neighborhood of his house, with the terrible purpose which he now carried into execution.
"Ah, Lescaut! 'Tis you!" said he, discharging his pistol at him. "You shall go and sup with the devil to-night!"
With these words he turned and fled. Lescaut fell to the ground lifeless.
