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They possessed among other archives a manuscript written by a monk, a son of the house, about four hundred years before our story, and containing many of the oral traditions about this tree that had come down to him from remote antiquity. According to this authority, the first Baron of Beaurepaire had pitched his tent under a fair oak-tree that stood prope rivum, near a brook.
"In a word," said Riviere, a little impatiently, "the family at Beaurepaire are not in such straits as he pretends?" "Monsieur, do I look like one starved?" "By Jove, no! by Ceres, I mean." "Are my young mistresses wan, and thin?" "Treason! blasphemy! ah, no! By Venus and Hebe, no!"
But when his tyrants, as he called the surgeon and his uncle, gave him leave to go home, all feelings were overpowered by his great joy at the prospect of seeing Rose. He walked over to Beaurepaire, his arm in a sling, his heart beating. He was coming to receive the reward of all he had done, and all he had attempted. "I will surprise them," thought he.
Law, religion, humanity, and common sense, hid their faces; innocent blood flowed in a stream, and terror reigned. To Monsieur de Beaurepaire these republicans murderers of women, children, and kings seemed the most horrible monsters nature had ever produced; he put on black, and retired from society; he felled timber, and raised large sums of money upon his estate.
"Messire," quoth Percival, "I ride toward yonder castle, which I take to be the castle of Beaurepaire, and I come hither with intent to succor the Lady Blanchefleur of that castle from a knight, hight Sir Clamadius, who keeps her there a prisoner against her will, so that it behooves any good knight to attempt her rescue."
Raynal ran his eye over it, nodded cold approval, and told him to take this for the present as a guide as to his own duties. He then pointed to a map on which Riviere's district was marked in blue ink, and bade him find the centre of it. Edouard took a pair of compasses off the table, and soon discovered that the village of Beaurepaire was his centre.
Rose, I love no one: I HAVE loved; but now my heart is dead and silent; only my conscience says, 'You are the cause of all your mother's trouble; you are the cause that Beaurepaire was sold.
The matter approached a climax; for, as the reader is aware, Edouard was hourly expected at Beaurepaire. He did not come; but it was not his fault. On receiving Rose's letter he declined to stay another hour at his uncle's.
But the driven serpent hissed horribly as it wriggled away. "You shall both be turned out of Beaurepaire by me, and forever; I swear it, parole de Perrin." He had not been gone a minute when Josephine's courage oozed away, and she ran, or rather tottered, into the Pleasaunce, and clung like a drowning thing to Rose, and, when Edouard took her hand, she clung to him.
If any one had told me an hour ago it was you I should open my heart to! It's not economy: it's not stinginess; they are not paying off their debts. They never can. The baroness and the Demoiselles de Beaurepaire are paupers." "Paupers, Jacintha?" "Ay, paupers! their debts are greater than their means. They live here by sufferance. They have only their old clothes to wear.
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