Luck, youthful confidence, and her tragic, unyouthful beauty, had all
ranged themselves together to procure her the much desired engagement.
"I made up my mind to get taken on," she concluded. "_Et me voila_! I
did all sorts of desperate jumps that day. I felt desperate. If I
hadn't got it, there was only the Morgue. I couldn't have gone home."
Emile listened in silence, and drank _absinthe_ and considered.
That night at a meeting of the Brotherhood he took the leader,
Sobrenski, aside and said:
"It was decided the other day that we wanted someone to take messages
and run errands. Someone who could go unnoticed into places where it
would be suspicious for us to be seen. You suggested a boy. Fate has
been so kind as to show me a woman who seems to be in every way
suitable--or at least with a little training she will become so."
"A woman!" echoed the other. "Are you mad?"
"I conclude her to be a woman because of her clothes. Otherwise she
seems to be a mixture of a boy and wood-elf. The combination appears
to me to be a fascinating one.
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