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"Isaac and the First Consul these are the idols of Aimee's worship," said Genifrede. "Worship Isaac still; for that is a harmless idolatry; but give up your new religion, Aimee; for it is not sound." "Why not sound? How do you know that it is not sound?" "When have the blacks ever trusted the whites without finding themselves bound victims in the end?" "I have," said Vincent.
And the front door was 'the most nearest. Molly was sitting with the squire in the darkened drawing- room, reading out her translations of Aimee's letters to her husband. The squire was never weary of hearing them; the very sound of Molly's voice soothed and comforted him, it was so sweet and low.
Aimée's eyes slipped past the pretty American; the mechanical smile was frozen on her lips. Over the black veil she saw the hazel eyes, bright with excitement, vivid as speech; the eyes of the masquerader in the Scotch costume, the eyes of the man at the garden gate Jack Ryder's eyes ... the eyes of her dreams.
In a very short time after his return he had awakened to a recognition of some mysterious shadow upon the household. Vagabondia had lost its spirits. Mrs. Phil and her husband were almost thoughtful; Tod disported himself unregarded and unadmired, comparatively speaking; Mollie seemed half frightened by the aspect affairs were wearing; and Aimee's wise, round face had an older look.
And then again she would rally a little, and at such times she would insist upon being propped up and allowed to talk, and her eyes would grow large and bright, and a spot of hectic color would burn on her cheeks. She did not even mention her trouble during the first two days of Aimée's visit, but on the third afternoon she surprised her by broaching the subject suddenly.
Aimée's face was like a cut diamond, so keen and bright was it, as leaning on her stick, which she struck on the floor from time to time with the emphasis of her speech, she said in her shrill Breton tones: "Mademoiselle Jeanne, I have come to ask of you what evil lie it is that you have told to the child Marie, that lies on her death-bed yonder. Come.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!" burying her face in Aimée's lap, "if I had only stayed at home and been good, like you. He could have respected me, at least, couldn't he? And now oh, what am I to do!" Aimée could not help sighing. If she only had stayed at home, how much happier they all might have been!
THE postman paid frequent visits to Bloomsbury Place during these summer weeks. At first Dolly wrote often herself, but later it seemed to fall to Miss MacDowlas to answer Aimée's weekly letters and Mollie's fortnightly ones.
But to Aimée's far-seeing eyes there was something so forced and unnaturally strung in her sudden change of mood that she felt a touch of dread Suppose something should crush her newly formed hopes, something terrible and unforeseen! She felt a chill strike her to the heart at the mere thought of such a possibility.
Other eyes besides Aimee's were fixed on Toussaint's face, in anxiety for his reply. "I do not know, my son, what we are to do next. When the parent of a nation dies, it may take some time to decide what is the duty of those who feel themselves bereaved.
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