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"Perrotte!" stammered Charles. "Ah! thou art come at last to console and to forgive me." Catherine clenched her teeth tightly together with rage; but she no longer attempted to oppose the entrance of the old woman.
"Mother!" whispered Jocelyne once more to the old woman. "Calm your agitation oh! let not a word, a gesture, betray our secret! Stay! I will read to you!" And she seized the Bible, then a dangerous book to produce thus openly before Catholic agents of the court, and took it on her lap. Perrotte answered not a word, but continued to rock herself with much agitation from side to side in her chair.
At the Public School, that greatest of all democratic institutions, the Perrotte children met the town youth of their own age, giving and taking on equal terms, sharing common privileges and advantages and growing into a community solidarity all their own, which in later years brought its own harvest of mingling joy and bitterness, but which on the whole made for sound manhood and womanhood.
While the unhappy Steve, shrieking prayers and curses, was struggling vainly to extricate himself from the hands gripping his ankles, Annette Perrotte, stepping smartly along the street on her way from the box factory, came past the entrance to the lane. By her side strode a broad-shouldered, upstanding youth. Arrested by Steve's outcries and curses she paused.
Were it not for the letter in the desk at his hand he would have made short work of Tony Perrotte. But there the letter lay and in his heart the inerasible picture it set forth. "What is the special form that Tony's devilment has taken, may I ask?" enquired Jack.
"Drink, father," said the sire. "You are, s'blood! the finest monk I have ever set eyes on." "Father Amador is a handsome monk," said Perrotte. "An indulgent monk," said the demoiselle. "A beneficent monk," said the little one. "A great monk," said the lady. "A monk who well deserves his name," said the clerk of the castle.
A number of witnesses, friends of Perrotte, who had seen her during her illness, spoke of the extreme dislike the girl had shown for Helene and for the liquids the latter prepared for her. Perrotte would say to Helene, ``But you're dirty, you ugly Bretonne! Perrotte had a horror of bouillon: ``Ah these vegetable soups! I've had enough of them!
That signature is a forgery," cried Perrotte, starting up, her eyes staring before her with all the expression of the deranged in mind. "I saw it done. To the world I will proclaim that that Catherine de Medicis is a false Queen, and a usurping Regent." Catherine smiled a smile of scorn; and advancing to the door of the outer room, she flung it open with the words. "The King is dead!"
Jocelyne had sprung up with a suppressed cry. "Ah! I am not mistaken," said the man advancing, and removing his hat. "Jocelyne! Dame Perrotte! I am a fugitive, and I seek a shelter at your hands. I could not trust myself to those who call themselves my friends; others who might have protected me, I know not where to find, but I bethought myself of you of you, Jocelyne and" "Philip!
By his orders, Perrotte conducted him to Mademoiselle de Cande, the lord's sister, to whom he went in order to learn if it was her desire to confess to him, because monks came so rarely to the castle. The lady was delighted, as would any good Christian have been, at such a chance of clearing out her conscience.
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