"It may make no matter to you, Madame Masque, but it
makes a great deal to me; I can tell you; and into that infected
house I'll not put one foot."
"Just as you please, only in that case there is no need for
further talk, so allow me to bid you good-night!"
"But, madame, what of Leoline? Do stop one moment and tell me of
her."
"What have I to tell? I have told you all I know. If you want
to find her, you must search in the city or in the pest-house!"
Prudence shuddered, and covered her face with her hands.
"O, my poor darling! so good and so beautiful. Heaven might
surely have spared her! Are you going to do nothing farther
about it?"
"What can I do? I have searched for her and have not found her,
and what else remains?"
"Madame, you know everything - surely, surely you know where my
poor little nursling is, among the rest."
Again La Masque laughed - another of her low, sweet, derisive
laughs.
"No such thing, Prudence. If I did, I should have her here in a
twinkling, depend upon - it. However, it all comes to the same
thing in the end. She is probably dead by this time, and would
have to be buried in the plague-pit, anyhow.
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