the light of the gas. 
lamp ; her bloodshot eyes looked up at him ; and 
thusy after twenty years, Sabretasche and his ftith- 
less wife met once again in life. 

He gazed upon ^er as men in ancient days 
gazed on the horrible visage of the Medusa, fasci- 
nated with a spell that, while they loathed it, 
held them tight bound there, to look till their 
eyes grew dim and their  sick unto death 
on what they dreaded and abhorred ; fascinated, 
he gazed upon her, the woman who had betrayed 
him ; fascinated, she gazed on him, the husband 
she had wronged. They recognized each other ; 
the tie that had once bound them, the wrong that 
had once parted them, would have taught th^n 



150 "held in BONDAGE;" OR, 

to know each other, though twice twenty years 
had parted them ; he who had wedded and loved 
her, she who had wedded and dishonoured him. 

There they stood, in the midnight streets of 
Paris, iace to face once more. They, husband 
and wife! They, those whom God had joined to- 
gether ! Oh ! farce and folly and falsehood ! There 
they stood together. The man, with his refined 
and noble bearing, his generous and chivalric 
nature, his highly-cultured intellect,