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The next page was adorned by a darker shade of hair, with a French inscription under it: "Clemence. Idole de mon âme. Toujours fidele. Helas, 2me Avril, 1840."
I tightened my clasp convulsively about Fidèle. Thank God she, at any rate, was blind to this horror within a horror! "All at once was it the start I had given, or the natural process of dissolution beneath our feet? we were moving again. Swift swifter! Fidèle uttered a little moaning cry. The rubbish of ice crashed below us, and we sank through.
Though foolish people talked of him as a heretic, or even an infidel, he was in truth one of the most devout of men. That noble passage in Renan's play fits him exactly. The Almighty, conversing as in Job with one of His Heavenly Ministers as to this Planet's people, says: Apprends, enfant fidèle, ma tendresse pour ceux qui doutent ou qui nient. Ces doutes, ces négations sont fondés en raison; ils viennent de mon obstination
"I knew nothing, then, but that we were in water that we had fallen from a little height, and were being hurried along. The torrent, now deep, now so shallow that my feet scraped its bed, gushed in my ears and blinded my eyes. "Still I hugged Fidèle, and I could feel by her returning grasp that she lived. The water was not unbearably cold as yet.
Imogen's two brothers then carried her to a shady covert, and there laying her gently on the grass, they sang repose to her departed spirit, and covering her over with leaves and flowers, Polidore said, "While summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I will daily strew thy sad grave.
She was not altogether sure that Fidele would be capable of understanding the emotion that had forced those tears to her eyes. But that was just where she was wrong. Fidele was capable of understanding that particular emotion a good deal better than mademoiselle understood it.
Give me your hand, my brother. You shall conduct me to death, and I will give you my hand above, at the opening of the new life, and conduct you to Marie Antoinette. 'Sister, I will say to her, 'this is the one true and good heart which beat on earth for you, and I bring it to you that you may rejoice in it in heaven. Toulan, there is only one title of honor for all men, and that is Fidele.
Not a day was to be lost. The "Jeune-Hardie" was at once put in condition to brave the perils of the polar seas. Fidèle Misonne, the carpenter, carefully examined her, and assured himself that her solid construction might resist the shock of the ice-masses.
But neither Marie nor Jean Cornbutte had yet been able to wave their hands at the captain of the ship. "Faith! there's the first mate, André Vasling," cried Clerbaut. "And there's Fidèle Misonne, the carpenter," said another. "And our friend Penellan," said a third, saluting the sailor named.
With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave; thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azured harebell like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine; whom not to slander, Outsweetened not thy breath.
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