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Carefully Menard placed her in Father Claude's arms and turned away. "Teganouan," he said, trying to recover his self-possession, "should we not be near the trail?" "Yes, more than half the way." "Can we reach it more quickly by heading a little to the north?" "We would reach the trail, yes; but the way would be longer." "Never mind; once on the trail it will be easier than in this forest.
He ate his dinner at a restaurant daily, and expended twenty-five cents for it without blenching. He went to the theater once a week, and was often accompanied by "lady friends" who were "elegant dressers." In a moment of wrath Stephen had called him a "counter-jumper," but it was a libel. So short and rough a means of exit from his place of power was wholly beneath Claude's dignity.
The artist, a single man, was much Claude's senior; but Claude's taste for design, and love of work, and the artist's grave sincerity, simplicity, and cordiality of character he was a Spaniard, with a Spaniard's perfect courtesy made a mutual regard, which only a common diffidence prevented from running into comradeship.
Would YOU, only with those two, stay on without me?" The waiter came back with the change, and that gave her, under this appeal, a moment's respite. But when he had retreated again with the "tip" gathered in with graceful thanks on a subtle hint from Sir Claude's forefinger, the latter, while pocketing the money, followed the appeal up. "Would you let her make you live with Mrs. Beale?"
Wheeler had observed this trait in him when he was a little chap, called it false pride, and often purposely outraged his feelings to harden him, as he had hardened Claude's mother, who was afraid of everything but schoolbooks and prayer-meetings when he first married her. She was still more or less bewildered, but she had long ago got over any fear of him and any dread of living with him.
"Captain!" came in a startled voice that he knew for Father Claude's; and a little gasp of relief from the other figure brought a thrill of joy. He tried to raise himself, but in an instant they had come to him and were laughing and sobbing and speaking his name. While Father Claude seized his shoulders to lift him, the maid fell on her knees, and with her teeth tried to cut the thongs.
I have now to tell you that your position is full of hope; in fact " Here the priest put his head close to Claude's ear, and whispered, "I have come to save you." "What!" cried Claude. The priest placed his hand on Claude's mouth. "No one is listening; but it is best to be on our guard," he whispered. "Yes, I can save you, and will.
An' what's more," he continued, dropping his voice to a lower tone, and stooping, to bring his mouth nearer to Claude's ear, "what's more, I don't know but what, at this very moment, there's a Moosoo railly an' truly a little mite nearer to us than I altogether keer for to hev him." "What!" exclaimed Claude, with a start; "do you really think so? What! near us, here in this fog?"
But remain in New England, and cast in your lot with the citizens of your own free, adopted land." Such were the words of the priest, and Claude's training had been such that they chimed in altogether with his own tastes.
Beale as showed that among them was no appurtenance of Sir Claude's. She knew his dressing-bag now oh with the fondest knowledge! and there was an instant during which its not being there was a stroke of the worst news.
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