She walked mechanically toward the wall, took down the pistols with a
trembling hand, slowly wiped the dust from them, and would have delayed
longer, had not Albert hastened her movements by an impatient look. She
then delivered the fatal weapons to the servant, without being able to
utter a word. As soon as he had departed, she folded up her work, and
retired at once to her room, her heart overcome with the most fearful
forebodings. She anticipated some dreadful calamity. She was at one
moment on the point of going to her husband, throwing herself at his
feet, and acquainting him with all that had happened on the previous
evening, that she might acknowledge her fault, and explain her apprehensions
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