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Were you ever in love with one of them, Angélique?" Peggy had the kind of eyes which show a disk of light in the dark, and they revealed it as she asked this question. "No, I think not," answered Angélique. "You think not. You believe, to the best of your knowledge and recollection, that such a thing has never happened to you," mocked Peggy. And then she made a sudden pounce at Angélique's arm.
While this conversation was going on the novices, terrified at what might be happening to their abbess, crowded round in order to protect her. They were all very much excited, and when madame d'Estrées, who had entered also, happened to touch Angélique's veil, one of the young nuns turned to her and cried out indignantly: 'Wretched woman!
Why she stopped there would have puzzled herself to explain. It was not to worship, not to repent of her heinous sin: she neither repented nor desired to repent. But it seemed pleasant to play at repentance and put on imaginary sackcloth. Angelique's brief contact with the fresh, sunny nature of Louise Roy had sensibly raised her spirits.
The Indian reached the house but just behind her and acknowledged Angelique's greeting with a sort of grunt; yet he paused not at all to ask the way or if he might enter the master's room, passing directly into it as if by right. Margot followed him, cautioning, with finger on lip, anxious lest her patient should be shocked and harmed by the too sudden appearance of the visitor.
"I shall claim both, your Excellency! But " "But what? Confess all your doubts, De Pean." "Le Gardeur may claim her as his own reward!" De Pean guessed correctly enough the true bent of Angelique's fancy. "No fear! Le Gardeur de Repentigny, drunk or sober, is a gentleman. He would reject the Princess d'Elide were she offered on such conditions as you take her on.
To say "You have loved" almost obliges them to ask, "Whom?" Nevertheless, this was not the word uttered by Mademoiselle de Guerchi while she ran through in her head a list of possibilities. Her answer was "Your language astonishes me; I don't understand what you mean." The ice was broken, and the treasurer made a plunge. Seizing one of Angelique's hands, he asked
Then Mini cried, but not for the blow. He placed a soft piece of bread and a thin shred of meat in Angélique's thin little hand, but she could not eat, she was so weak. The elder children sat quietly devouring their food, each ravenously eying that of the others. But there was so much that when the father came he also could eat. He, too, offered Angélique bread.
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.
But after contending with himself, he concluded to repeat nothing. Moreover, he became a little reassured each day when his wife called his attention to Angelique's tranquil appearance. "You see well that the wound is healing. She is learning to forget." But she did not forget; she also was simply waiting.
"Have you done raving?" said she; "I have no right to question your selection of a lover or doubt your power, Angelique. But are you sure there exists no insurmountable obstacle to oppose these high aspirations? It is whispered that the Intendant has a wife, whom he keeps in the seclusion of Beaumanoir. Is that true?" The words burnt like fire. Angelique's eyes flashed out daggers.
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