United States or Laos ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Valier; going to see her, eh?" asked the other boatman, with a slight display of curiosity. "Yes, I am going to visit my aunt Dodier; why should I not? She has crocks of gold buried in the house, I can tell you that, Pierre Ceinture!" "Going to get some from La Corriveau, eh? crocks of gold, eh?" said Paul La Crosse. "La Corriveau has medicines, too! get some, eh?" asked Pierre Ceinture.
May I now assist you to undress for bed?" Voluble Lizette did not always wait to be first spoken to by her mistress. "No, Lizette, I was not asleep; I do not want to undress; I have much to do. I have writing to do before I retire; send Fanchon Dodier here."
"I ought to say my Ave Marias, too!" replied Angelique, as Fanchon left the apartment, "but my mouth is parched and burns up the words of prayer like a furnace; but that is nothing to the fire in my heart! That girl, Fanchon Dodier, is not to be trusted, but I have no other messenger to send for La Corriveau. I must be wary with her, too, and make her suggest the thing I would have done.
A fine breezy upland lay before Fanchon Dodier. Cultivated fields of corn, and meadows ran down to the shore.
"To kill a woman or a man were of itself a pleasure even without the profit," replied La Corriveau, doggedly. "But why should I run myself into danger for you, Mademoiselle des Meloises? Have you gold enough to balance the risk?" Angelique had now fairly overleaped all barriers of reserve. "I will give you more than your eyes ever beheld, if you will serve me in this matter, Dame Dodier!"
"Pretty temptations you and I are, Mere Malheur!" replied La Corriveau, with a scornful laugh. "Well, we were pretty temptations once! I will never give up that! You must own, Dame Dodier, we were both pretty temptations once!" "Pshaw! I wish I had been a man, for my part," replied La Corriveau, impetuously. "It was a spiteful cross of fate to make me a woman!"
She left the balcony and reentered her room, where a neat, comely girl in a servant's dress was waiting to speak to her. The girl was not known to Angelique. But courtesying very low, she informed her that she was Fanchon Dodier, a cousin of Lizette's. She had been in service at the Chateau of Beaumanoir, but had just left it.
When did you see Dame Dodier?" asked she, really anxious to learn what had become of La Corriveau. "She returned home this morning, my Lady! I had not seen her for days before, but supposed she had already gone back to St. Valier, but Aunt Dodier is a strange woman, and tells no one her business."
We will set out at once, Fanchon, for business like that of Angelique des Meloises cannot wait." Fanchon walked into the house to see her uncle Dodier. When she was gone, the countenance of La Corriveau put on a dark and terrible expression. Her black eyes looked downwards, seeming to penetrate the very earth, and to reflect in their glittering orbits the fires of the underworld.
"Do not touch it!" said she quickly; "I have set my life and soul on a desperate venture, but my hair I have devoted it to our Lady of St. Foye; it is hers, not mine! Do not touch it, Dame Dodier." Angelique was thinking of a vow she had once made before the shrine of the little church of Lorette.
Word Of The Day