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Updated: June 10, 2025
He had not left his wife behind him, as Stephen suggested, for she loved her husband too dearly to be parted from him, and Maurice brought her with him to his father's house. From her place on the sofa by the window, Adelais Cameron looked wearily out, watching for the coming of the one she loved most upon earth.
It is a tale which they narrate in Poictesme, saying: In the 'old days lived a pawnbroker named Jurgen; but what his wife called him was very often much worse than that. She was a high-spirited woman, with no especial gift for silence. Her name, they say, was Adelais, but people by ordinary called her Dame Lisa.
Adelais, elate with dancing, chattered of this and that as her gray mare ambled homeward, but Roger was moody. Past Upton the road branched in three directions; here Master Darke caught the gray mare's bridle and turned both horses to the left. "Why, of whatever are you thinking!" the girl derided him. "Roger, this is not the road to Winstead!" He grinned evilly over his shoulder.
"O God!" he groaned in his unutterable despair; "is there no hope, no redemption, no retrieving of the past? Is this the bitter end of all, and must I lose my darling so? O Adelais, Adelais, my beloved!"
"And I, too, look for warm work," the marquis conceded to Mistress Adelais Vernon, at parting. "But, God willing, my sweet, we shall be wed at Christmas for all that. The Channel is not very wide. At a pinch I might swim it, I think, to come to you." He kissed her and rode away with his men.
But Adelais Cameron still lived on, like the shadow of her former self, fading in the sunset of her womanhood, the beauty sapped out from her white death-like face, and the glitter of youth and the sweetness of hope quenched for ever in the depths of her luminous eyes.
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