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The rooms were not in the pension itself, but in a house close by, a sitting-room with six mirrors, three clocks, and a pinched little grate about a foot wide, a dining-room just large enough for a table and four chairs, and two bedrooms. A maid called Amandine had been detailed to take charge of these rooms and serve their meals.
When you are with honest people, you will do as they do; and you soon shall be there or deuce take me! Good-night!" "Good-night, brother;" and, embracing them both, Martial departed. "What is the matter, Francois? you look so sad!" said Amandine. "Brother has taken my handkerchief; and, besides, did you not hear?" "What?" "He wants to make us apprentices." "Are you not glad?" "Faith, no!"
During the preceding scene, Amandine, painfully affected at the fate of Francois, whom she loved tenderly, had dared neither to raise her eyes nor wipe her tears, which fell drop by drop obscuring her sight.
"They are coming that way to kill us!" cried Amandine, and, in her fright, she threw herself on the bed, and covered her face with her hands. Francois remained immovable, although he partook of the alarm of his sister. Yet, after the violent blow of which we have spoken, the blind was not opened; the most profound silence reigned throughout the house. Martial had ceased to call the children.
Francois and Amandine looked at each other; then hung their heads without replying. "Speak!" said Calabash, harshly; "has he ever made you presents?" "Well, no; he never has," said Francois, looking at his red handkerchief with delight. Amandine said, in a very low tone, "Brother Martial does not make us presents, because he hasn't the means."
Seeing a ray of light issuing from the door of the children's room, he went in. They both ran to him and embraced him tenderly. "Not yet gone to bed, little chatterers?" "No, brother; we waited for you to come and say good-night," said Amandine. "And, besides, some one was talking very loud downstairs, as if it was a quarrel," added Francois.
At the head of six hundred dragoons, the King hastened to the convent and at once rescued the prior, sending the good old monks of Sainte Amandine to Citeaux, and dispersing the rebellious young ones among the Carthusian and Trappist monasteries. All the treasures contained in the chapel he had transferred to his camp, until a calmer, more propitious season.
On seeing these two quiet, wicked-looking women, and these two poor, restless, mute, trembling little children, one could easily guess they were two tormentors and two victims. Calabash, noticing that Amandine had ceased a moment from work, said to her, in a harsh voice, "Will you soon have done with that chemise?"
"Yes," said Martial, "I had a dispute with Nicholas, but it is nothing. I am glad to find you up; I have some good news to tell you." "Us, brother?" "Would you like to go with me away from here far away?" "Oh yes, brother!" "Well, in two or three days all three of us leave the island." "How glad I am!" cried Amandine, clapping her hands. "But where shall we go to?" asked Francois.
"Then, so much the better; we have not done what brother Martial forbids, and we have fine handkerchiefs." "I say, Amandine, if he knew that the other day Calabash made you take that handkerchief from the peddler's pack, when his back was turned!" "Oh, Francois, do not speak of that!" said the poor child, whose eyes were filled with tears: "brother Martial would love me no more.
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