Chapter 52
VENTRE ST. GRIS. Left alone, the duke, knowing he had at least an hour before him, drew out his ladder and carefully examined the fastenings. "The ladder is good," said he, at length, "and will not break." Then he unrolled it all, and counted thirty-eight rounds of fifteen inches each. "The length is sufficient," said he, "there is nothing to fear on that point. Ah! but if it were some of those cursed minions who sent me to the ladder? If I attach it to the balcony they will let me do it, and while I am descending they will cut the cords. But, no; they could not be foolish enough to think I would fly without barricading the door, and I should have time to fly before they could force it. But what person in the world, except my sister herself, could know of a ladder hidden in her dressin
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