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When he rejoined his companions he kissed Rosamund's hand, and Renee, despite a confused feeling of humiliation and anger, loved him for it. Glittering Venice was now in sight; the dome of Sta. Maria Salute shining like a globe of salt. Roland flung his arm round his friend's neck, and said, 'Forgive me. 'You do what you think right, said Beauchamp.
'It is mine, said Beauchamp. Renee pointed to the dots and severed lines and isolated columns of the rising city, black over bright sea. 'Mine there as well as here, said Beauchamp, and looked at her with the fiery zeal of eyes intent on minutest signs for a confirmation, to shake that sad negation of her face. 'Renee, you cannot break the pledge of the hand you gave me last night.
Lover and friend came to no conclusion, except that so lovely a night was not given for slumber. A small round brilliant moon hung almost globed in the depths of heaven, and the image of it fell deep between San Giorgio and the Dogana. Renee had the scene from her window, like a dream given out of sleep.
Villefort, after having received M. de Salvieux' letter, embraced Renee, kissed the marquise's hand, and shaken that of the marquis, started for Paris along the Aix road. Old Dantes was dying with anxiety to know what had become of Edmond. But we know very well what had become of Edmond. The King's Closet at the Tuileries.
Renee regarded him with fond affection; and certainly his handsome features, lit up as they then were with more than usual fire and animation, seemed formed to excite the innocent admiration with which she gazed on her graceful and intelligent lover. "You were wishing just now," said Villefort, addressing her, "that I were a doctor instead of a lawyer.
'If I could still charge it on neglect, Nevil! Neglect is very endurable. He rewards me for nursing him... he rewards me with a little persecution: wives should be flattered by it: it comes late. 'What? cried Beauchamp, oppressed and impatient. Renee sank her voice.
Would you say this, Hester?" She began her reading on an abstract subject which was a theme worthy of a logician and Hester was compelled to listen. Meanwhile, down in Fifty-four, a number of girls had gathered. Erma was making good use of the chafing-dish while Renee was passing salt wafers and blanched almonds. Erma was laughing merrily, as she poured the cocoa.
Read again and again his Hispano-Saracenic letter, Renee dear, and you will see how love makes a clean sweep of all the Judaic bargains of your philosophy. Renee, your letter lies heavy on my heart; you have vulgarized life for me. What need have I for finessing? Am I not mistress for all time of this lion whose roar dies out in plaintive and adoring sighs?
Her musical volubility flowed to entrance and divert him, as it did. Suddenly Beauchamp glanced upward. Renee turned from a startled contemplation of his frown, and beheld Mrs. Rosamund Culling in the room. The intruder was not a person that had power to divide them; yet she came between their hearts with a touch of steel.
Could it be that my father, instead of spending this money in arranging a marriage for me, would have left me to die in the convent? This was the first thought to greet me on the threshold of my home. Ah! Renee, what would I have given then to rest my head upon your shoulder, or to transport myself to the days when my grandmother made the life of these rooms?
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