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As the road, from the Baron's residence to La Vallee, was over some of the wildest tract of the Pyrenees, and where a carriage-wheel had never passed, the Count hired mules for himself and his family, as well as a couple of stout guides, who were well armed, informed of all the passes of the mountains, and who boasted, too, that they were acquainted with every brake and dingle in the way, could tell the names of all the highest points of this chain of Alps, knew every forest, that spread along their narrow vallies, the shallowest part of every torrent they must cross, and the exact distance of every goat-herd's and hunter's cabin they should have occasion to pass, which last article of learning required no very capacious memory, for even such simple inhabitants were but thinly scattered over these wilds.
You may keep us captives as you will, but you will not break our spirit. So saying, Jean swept back to the stairs, turning a deaf ear to the Baron's chuckle of applause and murmur, 'A gallant spirited dame she will make thee, my junker, and hold out the castle well against all foes, when once she is broken in.
You were hurt while cleaning your gun, please do not forget that! and you are a friend of my family, a very eccentric character, who has chosen to live in the wilderness." The Judge and Armitage laughed at these explanations, though there was a little constraint upon them all. The Baron's question was still unanswered. "You ceased to be of particular interest some time ago.
Some such fancy as this was disporting itself in the baron's brain; and he was gazing at the old oak carving accordingly, and emitting huge volumes of smoke with reflective slowness, when a clatter among the bottles on the table caused him to turn his head to ascertain the cause.
In the first place, Miss De Baron's fortune was doubtful and could not be large; and then she certainly was not such a wife as Lady Brotherton and her daughters desired for the one male hope of the family.
"Sir!" cried the lounger in an angry tone. "Well! what, sir?" replied the young man, looking full in his face. "Nothing," said the lounger, turning abruptly on his heel, and grumbling as he sauntered towards an orange-colored cabriolet, on which was emblazoned an enormous coat-of-arms, surmounted by a baron's crest.
He did not have time to finish his sentence, for quick as thought the baron caught him by the collar, lifted him from the ground with irresistible strength, and flung him on his knees at Madame d'Argeles's feet, exclaiming: "Ask her pardon, you vile wretch! Ask her pardon, or " "Or" meant the baron's clinched fist descending like a sledge-hammer on M. Wilkie's head.
The orderly fairly swept the ground and led us through a court where the sun drew bewildering hot odors from the fruits and flowers, into a darkened room which was the Baron's cabinet. I remember it vaguely, for my head was hot and throbbing from my exertions in such a climate.
As he scanned the surrounding garden, the land baron's eye fell upon an indistinct figure stealing slowly across the sward in the partial darkness. This object was immediately followed by another and yet another. To the observer's surprise they wore the headgear of Indians. Suddenly the patroon heard the note of the whippoorwill, the nocturnal songster that mourns unseen.
Who can miss Hope, who has sought it at a royal death-bed? 'Ah, where is it? Berenger could not help exclaiming. 'Sir, said the pedlar, 'as I told Messieurs and Mesdames before, the spirits that cast the lights of the future on the dark pool need invocation. Ere he can answer M. le Baron's demands, he and I must have time and seclusion.
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