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She sat here; and some day, when you hear her story, you will know why I begged Madame Lotbiniere to give it to me in exchange for another, once the King's. Carved, too, beneath her name, are the words, "Oh, tarry thou the Lord's leisure." And now you shall laugh with me at a droll thing Georgette has given me to wipe my pen upon.
As comment upon the depth of feeling which the drawing reveals, one may read the pen picture which accompanied it: Then Georgette de Bertigny steps out through the haze, and stands, a tragic little figure, on the platform by the piano. Her hair and eyes are ebon black; her face, thin lipped and pale, is like a mask of ivory. There is no life whatever in it.
Ah, sometimes I fear, Robert, that when all is over, and you are free, and you see what the world and all this playing at hide-and-seek have made me, you will feel that such as Georgette, who have never looked inside the hearts of wicked people, and read the tales therein for knowledge to defeat wickedness that such as she were better fitted for your life and love.
Mdlle. de Cardoville had taken back her women, Hebe, Georgette, and Florine. The latter was at first to have re-entered the service of the Princess de Saint-Dizier, to continue her part of spy for the superior of St.
Markham was following Olga's artistic dissertation with the eye of dubiety, but their hostess was merciless. "Olga, dear," she inquired sweetly, "did you know your back hair was down?" "Oh, is it? How provoking! Georgette is positively worthless!"
And then there was the son, Tom. And Robin could wear the white and silver georgette dress. "I wish it were you going instead of me," Robin mourned, not at all encouraged by Beryl's enthusiasm. "You're so tall and pretty, Beryl, and can always think of things to say." There shone, however, one bright ray in all the gloom the Granger home, Harkness had said, was only a mile from the Granger Mills.
At this moment Georgette, throwing open the door which separated the room from an adjacent apartment, hurriedly entered, with an affrighted look, exclaiming: "Oh, madame, something extraordinary is going on in the street." "How so? Explain yourself," said Adrienne.
He pressed his heart and then pointed to the owner of the castle. "Franzosen . . . great friend of the Franzosen" . . . and he grinned ingratiatingly at his protector. Don Marcelo remained at the castle until the following morning, and was astounded to see Georgette and her mother emerge unexpectedly from the depths of the ruined lodge. They were weeping at the sight of the French uniforms.
"Anybody who wants to wear those cross-country clothes is welcome to them," she said. "I'm a girl and I'm satisfied to be. I don't see why I should wear a hard-boiled shirt and a necktie any more than a man should wear a pink georgette trimmed with filet.
Adrienne's three women looked at her with much astonishment, though they were accustomed to the singular eccentricities of her character. Georgette and Hebe even indulged in discreet and restrained smiles.
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