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And she gave Dolly's story in Dolly's own words, with the little sobs between, and the usual plentiful sprinkling of sweet, foolish, loving epithets, and with innocent artfulness made her seem so charming and affectionate, a little centre-figure in the picture she drew, that no man with a heart in his breast could have resisted her, and by the time Aimée had finished, Grif was so far moved that it seemed a sheer impossibility to speak again of relinquishing his claims.
She has never seen him since the night you brought Mollie home. And and she cannot live without him." The whole story was told in very few words after this; and Gowan, listening, began to understand what the cloud upon the house had meant. He suffered some sharp enough pangs through the discovery, too. The last frail cords that had bound him to hope snapped as Aimée poured out her sorrows.
"As long as a man behaves himself, where's the odds?" said Phil; and no one ever disagreed with him. But Mr. Gerald Chandos had not been to the house more than three times before Aimée found cause to wonder.
The father's smile died away from the face of Toussaint, and his brow darkened, as he caught at a glance the contents of the proclamations contained in Petion's packet. A glance was enough. Before the eyes of the company had returned from the window, whither they had followed the apparition of Aimee, he had folded up the papers.
"If she is dying for me," he said, hoarsely, "she must have loved me, and if she has loved me through all this, God help us both!" "How could you go away and leave her all alone after all those years?" demanded Mollie. "We cannot understand it. No one knows but Aimée, and Dolly has told her that you were not to blame. Why did you go?" "You do not know?" he said.
Chandos," answered Mollie, without looking up from the fire. "I saw him at Brabazon Lodge the night I went to take Dol her dress. He was with Mr. Gowan, and I dropped my glove, and he picked it up for me. I was coming out as they were going in." "I wonder," said Aimée, "whether Mr. Gowan goes to Brabazon Lodge often?" "I don't know, I 'm sure," answered Mollie, shrugging her shoulder.
"Aimee saw you, an' Brida saw you, an' Francesca saw you; but we did n't say nothin' when Miss Lucy an' the Doctor was wonderin' where you could be. What made you go that way?" "Come, Polly, say good-night," called the nurse. And with a soft, "I'll tell you sometime, Elsie," she obeyed.
"Go with your brother, Aimee," he said, "rather than remain unwillingly with us. Whenever you wish it, return. You will find our arms ever open to you." And he blessed her, as did her weeping mother the last, however, not without a word of reproach. "Oh, Aimee, why did not you tell me?" "Mother, I did not know myself I was uncertain I was Oh, mother! it will not be for long.
Aimee used this power very often to visit her son and his children. King Marvellous and Queen Violette had eight sons and four daughters and they were all charming. They were happy, without doubt, for they loved each other tenderly and their grandmother, who, it was said spoiled them a little induced their grandfather, the genius Bienveillant, to contribute all in his power to their happiness.
"I am going to ask Griffith to read it again. I shall be sure to see him to-morrow night." "Very well," answered Dolly; "but don't be too hard upon him, Aimée. He has a great deal to bear." "I know that," said Aimée. "And sometimes he bears it very well; but just now he needs a little advice."
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