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"Trust you?" answered the Countess Hameline. "Certainly. But why the question? Or how far do you ask our confidence?" "I, on my part," said the Countess Isabelle, "trust you implicitly, and without condition. If you can deceive us, Quentin, I will no more look for truth, save in Heaven!" "Gentle lady," replied Durward, highly gratified, "you do me but justice.

Here the man on foot, who had hitherto acted as their guide, paused, and spoke low and earnestly to the two foremost females. "May heaven bless you, Sire," said a voice which thrilled upon Quentin Durward's ear, "and forgive you, even if your purposes be more interested than your words express!

Lord Crawford seemed about to give a passionate reply, but as if he had thought better of it, turned his back short upon Tristan, and, requesting the Duke of Orleans and Dunois to ride one on either hand of him, he made a signal of adieu to the ladies, and said to Quentin, "God bless thee, my child, thou hast begun thy service valiantly, though in an unhappy cause."

"Would you mind," Jonathan asked, "not sirring me like that? That's a very fine young lady, Mr. Quentin." "Evidently," said David, though with something less than his employer's enthusiasm. "An inspiration to any man," Jonathan continued. "I have no doubt." Jonathan smiled. "Meaning you do doubt it? But I forgot you probably don't know. She had a disappointment, Mr.

Oh, Jonathan " "But think what I've gained by staying with you! There have never been any regrets." "You have been a good son." But her smile was very faint. "Do you like David Quentin as well as ever?" "Yes." "Why?" "There are no 'whys' in friendship, mother." "Does he return your friendship in equal degree, do you think?" His answer was without hesitation. "No." She was silent.

Instead, then, of being instructively employed with the tasks of that dreadful day, I was comfortably seated in my room, reading "Quentin Durward," when, alas! its beautiful illusions were dissipated, and I awoke to the painful reality of vulgar life, by being summoned to Keate, now occupied in the middle of eleven o'clock school.

"No, no, the old, the accustomed, the well-accredited, the normal, the stock ones a husband and a financial crisis." As she spoke Madame de Vallorbes fastened the buttons of her long driving-coat. Miss St. Quentin knelt down and busied herself with the lowest of these. Her tall, slender figure was doubled together. She kept her head bent.

Nay, I am done with these pious plotters who would redden my hands with my father's blood and make me outcast and despised of all men. I have spent my playtime with the League; I will go work with Henry of Navarre!" I caught his fire. "By St. Quentin," I cried, "we will beat these Leaguers yet!" He laughed, yet his eyes burned with determination. "By St. Quentin, shall we!

I again took up my opera, which I had laid aside to go to Venice; and that I might be less interrupted after the departure of Altuna, I returned to my old hotel St. Quentin; which, in a solitary part of the town, and not far from the Luxembourg, was more proper for my purpose than noisy Rue St. Honor.

He had to make them, as most authors make their heroes, romantic, amorous, and serious; few of them have the life of Roland Graeme, or even of Quentin Durward. Ivanhoe might put on the cloak of the Master of Ravenswood, the Master might wear the armour of the Disinherited Knight, and the disguise would deceive the keenest. Nay, Mr.