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As the hours of the afternoon passed on and on, and it grew late, and nobody appeared, she could scarcely suppress her temper, her restlessness. She was a bad one to be alone; had never liked to be alone for five minutes in her life; and thence perhaps the secret of her having made so much of a companion of her maid, Benoite.
In his happy ignorance, he attributed it to the rumour which had first been circulated, touching Rachel's ghost. He was an ear-witness to an angry colloquy at home. Some indispensable trifle for his wife's toilette was required suddenly from Deerham one evening, and Mademoiselle Benoite ordered that it should be sent for. But not one of the maids would go.
"Yes, Lionel, I will promise," she replied, a better feeling coming over her. "I will give it her back now. Benoite!" She called loudly. Benoite heard, and came in. "Mr. Verner says this is not a nice book. You may take it away." Mademoiselle Benoite advanced with a red face, and took the book. "Have you any more such books?" inquired Lionel, looking at her.
Old Bourriette's restored eyesight, little Bouhohort's resuscitation in the icy water, the deaf recovering their hearing, the lame suddenly enabled to walk, and so many other cases, Blaise Maumus, Bernade Soubies,* Auguste Bordes, Blaisette Soupenne, Benoite Cazeaux, in turn cured of the most dreadful ailments, became the subject of endless conversations, and fanned the illusions of all those who suffered either in their hearts or their flesh.
She was used to Benoite; Benoite dressed her, and waited on her, and read to her, and took charge of her things; Benoite was in her confidence, kept her purse; she could not do without Benoite, and it was barbarous of Lionel to wish it. How could she manage without a maid? Lionel gravely laid his hand upon her shoulder.
The abbess did not mean to press for an answer; so indulgent was she made by the complacency of discovering that her charge was not entangled in a love affair. While Euphrosyne was blushing, and hunting for a reply which should be true and yet guarded, she was relieved by the rapid approach of sister Benoite.
Benoite cheered me up, I can tell you, better than you do. 'What matter to cry? she asked. 'If he does come back, you will still be the mistress of Verner's Pride. And so I shall." Lionel let go her hands. She sped off to the house, eager to find Captain Cannonby. He her husband leaned against the trunk of a tree, bitter mortification in his face, bitter humiliation in his heart.
How am I to know which box Benoite has put them in?" "Never mind looking for the combs now," he answered. "You will have time to search for things to-morrow. Your hair looks nice without combs. I think nicer than with them." "But I wanted to wear them," she fractiously answered. "It is all your fault! You should not have forced me to discharge Benoite."
I had much rather look like Afra than like sister Benoite, or sister Cecile. Grandpapa! you would not like me to look like sister Benoite?" "How do I know, child? I don't know one from another of them." "No, indeed! and you would not know me by the time I had been there three months.
When all goes well, as all has done, under L'Ouverture's rule, with only a few occasional troubles fewer and slighter than might have been expected during such a change in society as we have witnessed when all goes well, Madame Oge feels that her sons are forgotten; and, as my daughter Benoite says, she mourns them alone in the shades of her coffee-groves.
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