One day he was going down Broadway, and near Union Square he saved a girl
from being killed by a street-car. She had slipped and fallen on the
track and a car was coming. It was impossible for her to get away in
time, and Carnac had sprung to her and got her free. She staggered to her
feet, and he saw she was beautiful and foreign. He spoke to her in French
and her eyes lighted, for she was French. She told him at once that her
name was Luzanne Larue. He offered to get a cab and take her home, but
she said no, she was fit to walk, so he went with her slowly to her home
in one of the poor streets on the East side. They talked as they went,
and Carnac saw she was of the lower middle-class, with more refinement
than was common in that class, and more charm. She was a fascinating girl
with fine black eyes, black hair, a complexion of cream, and a gift of
the tongue. Carnac could not see that she was very subtle. She seemed a
marvel of guilelessness. She had a wonderful head and neck, and as he was
planning a picture of an early female martyr, he decided to ask her to
sit to him.
Arrived at her humble home, he was asked to enter, and there he met her
father, Isel Larue, a French monarchist who had been exiled from Paris
for plotting against the Government.
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