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Arranging them in their order, they came as follows: 'To Aimee, Walking with a Little Child. 'To Aimee, Singing at her Work. 'To Aimee, turning away from me while I told my Love. 'Aimee's Confession. 'Aimee in Despair. 'The Foreign Land in which my Aimee dwells. 'The Wedding Ring. 'The Wife. When he came to this last sonnet he put down his bundle of papers and began to think.
It was an unholy thought his better judgment rejected unless driven to it yet some prankish element in his roused recklessness would not have deplored the necessity. If they looked about ! But they did not stir as, with Aimée's cold hand in his, he made the tiptoed descent and slipped softly about the corner of the steps.
And then she drew a sudden breath of relief and glanced up at a sky of sunset fires and felt the free airs play with her hair and face and so shook off, lightly and gratefully, that darkening impression of shuttered rooms and guarding blacks. Little rivers of wine and fire were bubbling in Aimée's veins. She was gay at supper, as a bride should be gay.
"Don't cry," he said. "I want you to be brave and calm now, for Dolly's sake. I want your help, for Dolly's sake, remember." She recollected Aimée's words "Mr. Gowan has seen him" and a sudden light flashed upon her. The tears seemed to dry of their own accord all at once, as she looked up. "Yes," she answered. He knew, without hearing another word, that he might trust her.
The ring fell unheeded on to the carpet, slipped from her hand and rolled away, and the next instant she went down upon her knees, hiding her face on her arms on Aimée's lap, and began to cry hysterically. "It it is to be quite a secret," she sobbed. "I would not tell anybody but you, and I dare not tell you quite all, but he has asked me to marry him, Aimée, and I have I have said yes."
He only heard Aimée's scream, and then before the crashing weight upon his shoulders he staggered and went down. The bey flung Aimée aside and rushed upon the prostrate figure, kicking the revolver from the outspread hand. The black knelt swiftly down, unfastening his silken sash.
And then she cried more than ever, and caught Aimée's hand, and clung to it with a desperate, childish grasp, as if she was frightened. It was very evident that she was frightened, too. All the newly assumed womanliness was gone.
'I think she does! said Molly, in a low voice, not looking up, however, for fear of catching another glimpse at Aimee's sudden forlornness of expression and deepened colour.
It was not that she was wanted for the care of the little boy; the squire was too jealous of the child's exclusive love for that, and one of the housemaids was employed in the actual physical charge of him; but he needed some one to listen to his incontinence of language, both when his passionate regret for his dead son came uppermost, and also when he had discovered some extraordinary charm in that son's child; and again when he was oppressed with the uncertainty of Aimee's long-continued illness.
Aimée's keen eyes flashed, as drawing forth two sous from her pocket, she said in a tone of incisive contempt, "You shall have these, Mademoiselle, but not till you have told me the whole truth, as you would to the curé at confession. Come then say."
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