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"There were beams and posts that descended to the water's edge," pursued Jocelyne, her eyes sparkling and her cheek now flushed with the animation of her tale. "Alayn aided me, although unwillingly, with cord and linen. I reached the mill the boat. The miller rowed me to the shore. I knew I could not approach the king; but I bethought me of you, madam for they say they say, you love him well."
Alayn made a gesture of doubt, as if he would have said, that solicitude for her grandmother was not the only cause of Jocelyne's sadness; but he made no observation to that effect, and, nodding his head towards the older woman, asked in a low tone "How is Dame Perrotte to-day?
Jocelyne sprang up with a look of despair, and returned to detain once more La Mole. As they thus stood, and before the old woman had again stirred, or Alayn interfered, a rumour from the street formed by the bridge, caught the ear of the excited girl. "What is that?" she exclaimed, starting in alarm.
With these words La Mole moved towards the door. The old woman regarded him motionless, and with the same cloud of irritation on her brow. Alayn seemed equally inclined to prosecute his first hostile intention; but Jocelyne sprang after the retreating nobleman and caught him by the arm.
I knew that he would row me to the shore. Alayn, my cousin, would have prevented me; but I would not hear him. What was the rushing stream, or the whirling mill-wheel to me? I saw not danger when I thought I could save the noble Count." "Brave girl! brave girl!" interrupted Margaret, in palpitating excitement.
"There are times when she is as of old, and speaks to me with calmness. But at these better hours she makes no mention of the past." "She never talks, then, of returning to the palace?" continued Alayn, with an evident air of satisfaction upon his round ruddy face. "Never," replied the girl, with an involuntary sigh. "And yet her foster-son, the king, has often sent for her."
I have ever remarked, when the sun shines the cheeriest, her spirit is the darkest." "Will she not speak to me?" enquired Alayn. "No," replied his cousin.
And the time will come when you too will know how well!" Jocelyne turned her eyes, which were moist with tears, to her cousin; and, stretching out her hand to him, she said, with all that romantic fervour of the ingenuous girl which almost wears the semblance of inspiration "Alayn, I know you love me, and that you mean it well with me. You are a kind and sincere brother to me.
"It was he, then!" exclaimed Alayn, advancing upon the fugitive nobleman, with the gun-barrel raised in his arm. "If you love me, forbear!" screamed his cousin, flinging herself before him.
Mother mother, would you see him made a prisoner in your own house murdered, perhaps, before your very face!" Alayn moved towards the door; and the girl sprang to intercept him. "Would you be so base? Would you have me hate you?" cried the poor girl in despair, to her cousin. Many steps were now heard ascending the lower stair.
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