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The chevalier was still holding Angelique's hand when a step resounded outside, and a voice was heard. "Can it be that he has come back?" exclaimed the damsel, hastily freeing herself from the passionate embrace of the chevalier. "It's not possible! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! it's his voice!" She grew pale to the lips, and stood staring at the door with outstretched arms, unable to advance or recede.
Doesn't he look noble? as noble as a St. Bernard dog? If you'll believe me, that fellow is thoroughly acquainted with every one of Angelique's fowls, and knows he must never, never touch them, yet he'd eat one, quick as a flash, if he got a chance. He's a coward, though; and by his cowardice we manage him. Sometimes;" sighed Margot, who had led the way into a little path toward the lake.
The censers still swung back and forth with a measured rhythm, while a little blue cloud mounted in the air. But Angelique's heart now beat so rapidly she could scarcely keep still.
Angelique's eyes seemed to be vaguely lost in the rays which now fell upon one of the flying buttresses of the church, as she dreamily added: "Oh no, father, I do not think so. One day in the lively air, like yesterday, does me a world of good." Having finished the little golden leaves, she began one of the large roses, near the lilies.
The chevalier appeared to be deeply moved by Angelique's grief, and while his, uncle was striding up and down the room and swearing like a trooper, he gradually approached her and expressed by signs the compassion he felt. Meantime the notary was in a strange state of mind.
A short distance from Angelique, two ladies in long black robes, and evidently of rank, were kneeling with downcast faces, and hands clasped over their bosoms, in a devout attitude of prayer and supplication. Angelique's keen eye, which nothing escaped, needed not a second glance to recognize the unmistakable grace of Amelie de Repentigny and the nobility of the Lady de Tilly.
Hers I will always keep for her sake; but to her great daughter they are useless. And I'll go bareheaded just as here. Why not? I certainly don't need a bonnet, with all this hair." Now Margot's hair was Angelique's especial pride. Indeed, it was a wonderful glory upon that shapely young head; but again this was not to be admitted. "Hair! What's hair?
Lucrezia informed me that Angelique's suitor was wealthy, that he owned a splendid villa at Tivoli, and that most likely he would invite us all to dine and pass the night there. "I pray the god of love," she added, "to grant us a night as beautiful as this day has been."
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.
The chevalier was still holding Angelique's hand when a step resounded outside, and a voice was heard. "Can it be that he has come back?" exclaimed the damsel, hastily freeing herself from the passionate embrace of the chevalier. "It's not possible! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! it's his voice!" She grew pale to the lips, and stood staring at the door with outstretched arms, unable to advance or recede.
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