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'Till mayhap my grandfather can move the Queen to do something for us; or till Madame de Selinville sees a face she likes better than her brother's carving; or, what can I tell? till malice is tired out, and Heaven's will sets us free. May Eustacie only have reached home! But I'm sorry for you, my poor Phil.
'Yes, Madame, I could scarcely forgive her at first; but she has made herself all the dearer to me. 'It is a pity, said Madame de Quinet, 'for yours is an ancient stem. 'Did Madame know my parents? asked Eustacie, drawn from her spirit of defiance by the equality of the manner with which she was treated.
'Madame, said Eustacie, gravely, 'I shall never turn any one's head. There was only one who was obliged to love me, and happily I am nor fair enough to win any one else. 'Tenez, child. Is this true simplicity? Did Gardon, truly, never tell you of poor Samuel Mace?
Before Eustacie could answer, a rough voice came near, the King making noisy sport with the Count de Rochefoucauld and others.
Though for the present absolutely at sea as to where to seek Eustacie, the relief from acquiescence in the horrible fate that had seemed to be hers was such, that a flood of unspeakable happiness seemed to rush in on him, and bear him up with a new infusion of life, buoyancy, and thankfulness. 'Under which king, Bezonian? speak or die. 'Under King Harry.
She only awoke from her swoon to turn her head from the light and refuse to be spoken to. 'But, Eustacie, child, listen; this is all in vain he lives, said Diane. 'Weary me not with falsehoods, faintly said Eustacie. 'No! no! no! They meant to hinder your flight, but 'They knew of it? cried Eustacie, sitting up suddenly. 'Then you told them. Go go; let me never see you more!
A gleam of red light spread across the passage from the half-open kitchen door, whence issued the savoury steam of the supper preparing for Monseigneur. Eustacie had just cautiously traversed it, when the voice of the presiding lay-sister called out, 'Veronique, is that you? 'Sister! returned Eustacie, with as much of the Angevin twang as she could assume. 'Where are you going?
'No, for she shall never go! 'There! lamented Nanon 'so she agitates herself, when it is but spoken of. And surely she had better make up her mind, for there is no other choice. 'Nay, Nanon, said M. Gardon, 'wherefore should she part with the charge that God has laid on her? Eustacie gave a little cry of grateful joy. 'Oh, sir, come nearer!
The room had a certain appearance of comfort; there was a partition across it, a hearth with some remains of wood-ashes, a shelf, holding a plate, cup, lamp, and a few other necessaries; and altogether the aspect of the place was so unlike what Eustacie had expected, that she almost forgot the Templar as she saw the dame begin to arrange a comfortable-looking couch for her wearied limbs.
'He means mischief. said Henry. 'Remember, if you are molested respecting this matter, that you have here a witness that you did the part of a gentleman. Berenger bowed his thanks, and began something about the honour, but his eye anxiously followed the circuit on which Eustacie was carried and the glance was quickly remarked. 'How?
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