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But sentiment, still more than love, forbids me to deprive Lucrezia of the proof of my gratitude, and I turn to her with all the rapture of a beginner, feeling that my ardour is increased by Angelique's ecstasy, as for the first time she witnesses the amorous contest.
In the morning Angelique's countenance was brightened, and I found she had slept in the same room with Madame's femme de chambre, when an explanation of their political creeds had taken place, so that she now assured me Mad. "All the world's a stage," says our great dramatic moralist.
When she had finished, a nun rose up and silently left the room, returning in a few minutes with a little packet containing the treasures by which she had set so much store. One by one they all followed her example, and Angélique's first battle was won.
A wish very like Angelique's, that he had stayed where he belonged, arose in her heart, but she dismissed it as inhospitable. "I'm not poor. Not in the least. I have everything any girl could want and I have uncle! He is the best, the wisest, the noblest man in all the world. I know it, and so Angelique says. She's been in your towns, if you please.
Now Angélique's inward struggles took a different turn; she no longer desired to be free of her vows, but rather to carry them out to the utmost of her power, and to persuade her nuns to do so likewise. For some time she met with little encouragement.
But all my ingenuity could not extract from him what he did not know who that mysterious lady is, her name and family." "Could the Huron hunters give no guess?" asked Amelie, thoroughly interested in Angelique's story. "No.
His long calls were devoted to watching Angelique's character; for his prudence, happily, had made itself heard again in the day after their first meeting. He always found her seated at a little table of some West Indian wood, and engaged in marking the linen of her trousseau. Angelique never spoke first on the subject of religion.
Antoine sang it with a fond monotony: "Would that each rose were growing Upon the rose-tree gay, And that the fatal rose-tree Deep in the ocean lay. 'I ya longtemps que je t'aime Jamais je ne t'oublierai." Angelique's heart grew suddenly heavy. From the rose-tree of the song her mind fled and shivered before the leafless rose-tree by the mine; and her old dread came back.
"Tom thinks a bird in the hand is worth a score of cuffs! and Angelique's so determined to have somebody die I hope it won't be Tom. A pity, though, that harm should have happened to her own pets. Hark! What is that?" "Some poor woodland creature in distress. The storm " "That's no sound belonging to the forest. But it is distress!"
The nuns were delighted to have her back again, and as she remained very delicate all through the winter, she was a great deal indoors, too tired to do anything but rest, and read now and then a little book of meditations, which one of the sisters had given her. Just at this time an event happened which turned the whole course of Angélique's life.
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