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You know who has the power to make you free: ay, and the will too, the will, Aurore!" "Please not to talk thus, Monsieur Dominique! I have said before I cannot listen to such speech. I repeat I cannot, and will not!" The firm tone was grateful to my ears. "Nay, lovely Aurore!" replied Gayarre, entreatingly, "don't be angry with me! I cannot help it. I cannot help thinking of your welfare.
The trader muttered some reply to this prophetic speech; but both were now so distant that their conversation was no longer audible. What I had heard, absurd as it was, caused me a feeling of pain, and, if possible, heightened my desire to save Aurore from the terrible fate that awaited her.
Aurore was banished from her presence during a certain number of days. Neither friend nor servant spoke to her. She describes naturally enough this lonely, uncomforted condition, in which, more than ever, she meditated upon the wished-for return to her mother, and the beginning with her of a new life of industry and privation.
Think of our danger, and it may enable you to form some idea of what were our feelings after returning from our bootless hunt after the horses. We had no choice but stay where we were till morning. We spent half-an-hour in dragging the tillandsia from the trees, and collecting the soft leaves of the pawpaws. With these I strewed the ground; and, placing Aurore upon it, I covered her with my cloak.
Take the purse, man!" "Indeed, Monsieur, I cannot after what I pardon me if you knew " "Then must I play for you remember the purpose that brought us here! Remember Aurore!" "Oh!" This ejaculation, wrung from my heart, was the only answer I could make, before the young Creole had turned to the faro-table, and was placing his gold upon the cards.
This led me into a new train of reflection. She might be suddenly removed from the library, and taken up-stairs. It would then be more difficult to communicate with her. It would be better to make the attempt at once. Contrary to the wish of D'Hauteville, I was about to advance forward to the window, when the movements of Aurore herself caused me to hesitate.
Here I am DOING MY BUSINESS, as Aurore says, and not being able to budge till autumn. I was too lazy after my fatigues as sick-nurse. Little Buloz recently came to stir me up again. Now here I am hard at it. Since you are to be in Paris in August, you must come to spend several days with us. You did laugh here anyhow; we will try to distract you and to shake you up a bit.
What sort of hair, for instance? What colour is it?" "Brack, mass'r; brack as a boot." "Is it straight hair?" "No, mass'r ob course not Aurore am a quaderoom." "It curls?" "Well, not dzactly like this hyar;" here Scipio pointed to his own kinky head-covering; "but for all daat, mass'r, it curls what folks call de wave." "I understand; it falls down to her shoulders?"
At this time she learned to ride on horseback, her first exploit being to tame a colt of four years, the after-companion of many a wild scramble, who grew old and died in her service. Her grandmother becoming soon after disabled by a paralytic stroke, the alternation of this new exercise enabled Aurore to bear the fatigues of the sick-room without serious inconvenience.
"Hold still!" said Clotilde. "But when my hand itches," retorted Aurore in a high key, "haven't I got to put it instantly into my pocket if I want the money to come there? Well, then!" The daughter proposed to go to the kitchen and tell Alphonsina to put on her shoes. "My child," cried Aurore, "you are crazy! Do you want Alphonsina to be seized for the rent?"
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