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She felt that it would be the wisest plan, under such circumstances, to be perfectly frank, to teach her relative her lesson, and to imbue her with some of her own firmness. Having come to this conclusion, she disdained all concealment. "Ah, well!" she said, "I was jealous of Marie-Anne. I thought she was Martial's mistress. I was half crazed, and I killed her."
He missed them when they were not near, especially the hands, and he was always groping for them to make sure they had not gone away. Only once after the floating cloud transformed itself into the walls of the bateau cabin did the chaotic darkness of the sands fully possess him again. In that darkness he heard a voice. It was not the voice of Golden-Hair, or of Bateese, or of Jeanne Marie-Anne.
"Pray do not forget the danger that threatens us," he said, earnestly, "nor the little time that is left us. I have committed a fault, leave me to repair it." And turning to Marie-Anne: "You may consider the baron saved," he pursued; "but it is necessary for me to confer with one of his friends.
And in an imperious voice, he said: "You have no right to despair thus; you owe a sacred duty to your child." He recoiled with a heart-broken cry. The recollection which had given Marie-Anne strength to hold death at bay for a moment, saved Maurice from the dangerous torpor into which he was sinking.
"And I I should like to go with you." "You love all that, m'sieu?" she asked. "Yes, madame!" "Why 'madame, when I have given you permission to call me 'Marie-Anne'?" she demanded. "Because you call me 'm'sieu'." "But you you have not given me permission " "Then I do now," he interrupted quickly. "Merci! I have wondered why you did not return the courtesy," she laughed softly.
"Still no news!" he said to Mme. Blanche at each interview. But she would not yield. Jealousy will not yield even to evidence. Blanche had declared that Marie-Anne had taken her husband from her, that Martial and Marie-Anne loved each other, hence it must be so, all proofs to the contrary notwithstanding. But one morning she found her spy jubilant.
Martial knew very well that he had been duped, but he did not think of resenting it. "If Lacheneur has been captured," he thought; "if he should be condemned to death and if I should save him, Marie-Anne would refuse me nothing." Having penetrated the mystery that enveloped his son's frequent absence, the Baron d'Escorval had concealed his fears and his chagrin from his wife.
"What did the quarrels of the great matter to me a simple laborer? I knew that the greatest were powerless to give my crops a drop of rain in season of drought, or a ray of sunshine during the rain. "I took part in this conspiracy because I loved you " "Ah! you are cruel!" exclaimed Marie-Anne, "you are pitiless!"
Yes, that was what he was bound to do by every code of honour. And then, just as he had taken the heroic resolution of going back to Brittany with his sister, as Marie-Anne had begged him to do only that morning, the Lacville train steamed into the station and with the sight of Sylvia's lovely face all his good resolutions flew to the winds.
Marie-Anne had, in fact, forgotten the bouillon entirely. She had opened the bundle of clothing, and was busily arranging the articles in a wardrobe near the bed. Who talks of presentiments. She was as gay and vivacious as in her days of happiness; and as she worked, she hummed an air that Maurice had often sung. She felt that her troubles were nearly over; her friends would soon be around her.
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