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So there was silence until Commines went on slowly and with an evident difficulty; he would need all his diplomacy, he realized, all his powers of sophistry and persuasion if he was to carry Stephen La Mothe with him along the path he proposed to follow. "Let us face facts," he began, almost roughly. "Saxe will leave me no alternative.
"The truth!" repeated the girl, and for the first time her voice shook; "but it is all a lie, as Monsieur La Mothe says, a clumsy lie, and yet I see that it may serve its purpose. It is not the truth the King requires. Monsieur d'Argenton, I tell you formally that what Saxe has said is absolutely untrue." "Saxe is explicit, you can question him when he has finished," answered Commines coldly.
Suddenly Louis reared himself upright, again shaking a hand before him, but this time in a threat. "I cancelled my orders: where where " "The mask is destroyed, Sire." "Destroyed? Safely?" "Safely, Sire." "And the Dauphin Charles does he know " Again he paused, and again La Mothe filled the blank, reading into the completed words the uncompleted question.
Father La Mothe who conducted the whole tragedy, artfully dissembled, according to his custom; flattering me to my face, while he was aiming the keenest wounds behind my back.
Love at first sight is not confined to humanity, and thanks to the unfailing miracle of instinct the dog makes fewer mistakes than man. Inside of two minutes he had adopted La Mothe into the very select circle of his friends. "I have heard of you," said La Mothe, pulling the soft ears gently.
With a quiet word La Mothe soothed the excitement which might have plunged them both to sudden destruction on the rounded cobbles of the paved streets, but once the gates were passed, and the dust of the high road underfoot, he loosed the light tension and pressed his heels home into the flanks. There, ahead, a shifting vision in the rising swirl of dust, was the bay, thundering at top speed.
I drew my sword as La Mothe, the old soldier spirit awake within him, called out in a loud voice: "The women in the centre, gentlemen! Draw swords, and make for the door, else we die here like rats." His voice rang out clear and strong. The few who retained their heads seconded him well, and in less time that I take to tell this we had ringed in the women, and stood around them with drawn swords.
"Poitou?" repeated La Mothe; "but I never said I had been in Poitou." "Oh! but as a minstrel you wander everywhere, or what was it? as a poor gentleman seeing France, and so to Poitou. Anjou, Guienne, anywhere would do as well except Flanders, where Monsieur de Commines comes from, and where I wish Monsieur de Commines had remained," she added. "You dislike Monsieur de Commines?
He had in all his conduct, as well as in his way of talking, certain obscurities which he never explained but on particular occasions, and then only for his own honour. Character of Marechal de La Mothe. The Marechal de La Mothe was a captain of the second rank, full of mettle, but not a man of much sense.
"Hugues loved me," he answered, and at the bitter pathos of the reply La Mothe forgot the ingratitude. There were so few who loved him. But the girl could not forget. "Monsieur La Follette, Monsieur La Mothe," she began, but broke off with a cry. "Oh, Monsieur La Follette, you are wounded? What can I do? Words can come afterwards, and all my life I will remember, all my life.
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