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At this point there was a slight elevation on the morass, and Bele looked at Liot as he put his foot upon it, asking sharply: "Is this the crossing?" Liot fumbled at his shoe-strings and said not a word; for he knew it was not the crossing. "Is this the crossing, Liot?" Bele again asked. And again Liot answered neither yes nor no.
Et por ce, veul ie que un et autre sachent a tos iors mais les euvres des Veneciens, et qui il furent, et dont il vindrent, et qui il sont, et comment il firent la noble Cite que l'en apele Venise, qui est orendroit la plus bele dou siecle.... La place de Monseignor Saint Marc est orendroit la plus bele place qui soit en tot li monde; que de vers li soleil levant est la plus bele yglise qui soit el monde, c'est l'Yglise de Monseignor Saint Marc.
She doubled her little fist and shook it toward the candle, flickering low in its socket. "That's what has hidden the garden," she murmured, "that's why I can't see it " she wrinkled her nose in disgust. " Abundance-of-weeds Piqueur and Bele will settle you!" All through the verdant spring, all through the quick hot summer the girl puzzled over the unanswered riddle the scheme of the garden.
And Bele went on, and called back to him, 'Is this the crossing? And father had not finished fastening his shoes, and did not answer. So then Bele called again, and it is likely father would not be hurried by him, and he did not answer that time, either. And Bele said he was in the devil's temper, and went on at his own risk.
She always smiled at dinner; one should smile at dinner even though one feels very, very sad. And after dinner one must make an attempt to give a querulous old man his game of chess. And let his cold lips caress one's hand when Bele comes to put him to bed.
Piqueur and Bele and Margot toiled valiantly pulling up the myriad abundance-of-weeds, but in vain. It was not until the resplendent autumn had passed that she had any inkling of the real pattern. There came a glorious moonlit night, a chilly night when she snuggled under the blankets and yawned over the chapter that told her "how to mulch plants for winter."
I will never come here again." "I shall be the happier for that. Why did you come at this time?" "I thought that you were in trouble about Bele. I was sorry for you. I wished to be friends with every one before I married." "I want no pity; I want vengeance; and from here or there I will compass it. While my head is above the mold there is no friendship possible between us no, nor after it.
And it so happened that one night, as Bele and I were walking together, I knew the hour had come." "You took not the matter in your own hands surely, father?" "There was none there but me. I laid no finger on him; he fell into his own snare. I had said a thousand times and the Lord had heard me say it that if one word of mine would save Bele Trenby from death, I would not say that one word.
I will say to my last breath that Liot Borson murdered Bele Trenby. He was long minded to do the deed; at last he did it." "How can you alone, of all the men and women in Lerwick, know this?" "That night I dreamed a dream. I saw the moss and the black water, and Bele's white, handsome face go down into it. And I saw your father there. What for? That he might do the murder in his heart."
Nothing was surer in Liot's mind than that Bele Trenby was the child of the Evil One and an inheritor of the kingdom of wrath; for Bele did the works of his father every day, and every hour of the day, and Liot told himself that it was impossible there should be any fellowship between them.
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