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He read and re-read the letter, while all eyes but those of Aimee were fixed upon his countenance. With an expression of the quietest satisfaction, she was gazing upon her brothers, unvexed by the presence of numbers, and the transaction of state business. They were there, and she was happy. Those many eyes failed to discover anything from the countenance of Toussaint.
From the coast I motored direct here. I was so anxious," he added, raising his eyes, "to see how my dear friend my dear Aimée was bearing the terrible news." She fluttered for a moment like a bird in a trap. Peter drew a little sigh of relief. His self-respect was reinstated. He had decided that she was innocent.
I have heard perpetually of my mother, and of poor Genifrede. But where is Placide? I thought we should have met him. Was not he at Cap?" "At Cap! No, indeed! He was too heart-broken to be at Cap to-day." "I wish I could understand it all!" said Aimee, sadly. "I am sure there are many things that I do not know or comprehend. I thought all had been right now; and yet you and Placide are unhappy.
Aimee could hardly attend to Molly for her anxiety as to what her boy was doing and eating; yet she said nothing. Roger took the end of the table opposite to that at which sate grandfather and grandchild. After the boy's first wants were gratified the squire addressed himself to Molly. 'Well! and so you can come here a-visiting though you have been among the grand folks.
There were two other windows with lights on the second story, very much farther along, and he wondered painfully if these were the rooms of Aimée. That boudoir in which he had hidden through the end of the long reception had been upon the water. And there had been a door into an adjoining room, for he had seen a sallow-faced attendant passing in and out.
She never knew about him, poor fellow!" It was curious to see how she still clung to that tender old pitying way of speaking of Grif. Aimee began to cry over her again. "You must come home, Dolly," she said. "You must, indeed. You will get worse and worse if you stay here. I will speak to Miss MacDowlas myself. You say she is kind to you."
You know my marriage is bona fide in intention, and I believe it to be legal in fact. We went over to Strasbourg; Aimee picked up a friend a good middle-aged Frenchwoman who served half as bridesmaid, half as chaperone, and then we went before the mayor prefet what do you call them? I think Morrison rather enjoyed the spree.
But the vision of Aimée that delicate beauty in its tragic irony of throne and diadem! It touched him to tenderness and to an actual sense of sacrilege at the freedom of his gaze. No moonlight vision this, ethereal and dream-like, but a vivid, disquieting radiance of dark, shining eyes and rose-flushed cheeks.
Korner. "You came home drunk very drunk," Miss Greene informed him, "at two o'clock in the morning. The noise you made must have awakened half the street." A groan escaped from his parched lips. "You insisted upon Aimee cooking you a hot supper." "I insisted!" Mr. Korner glanced down upon the table. "And and she did it!"
"Come," he continued; "for a man who has just been killed in a railway accident, I find myself with an appetite. A glass of wine, Carl. I do not know what that toast was, the drinking of which my coming interrupted, but let us all drink it together. Aimee, my love to you, dear. Let me congratulate you upon the fortitude and courage with which you ignored those lying reports of my death.
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