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This matter being agreed on, Bertrand's landlord settled an annuity on him, promising, at the same time, to provide for his other children as they grew up. Bertrand, transported with joy, returned to his house, and falling on his knees, offered up his most grateful thanks to that good God, who had graciously condescended to bestow on him such a son!
"In short," Mordaunt said, "she was afraid that I should suspect her of caring for you." His words were too quiet to sound brutal, but they were wholly without mercy. Bertrand's hands gripped the arms of his chair, and he winced visibly. Yet he answered with absolute candour. "Yes, monsieur. I believe she was. I believe that it was the beginning of all this trouble.
It's something for the good of your girls, Austin, but that's all you will hear about it until I come to Cloudsdale, and see them for myself." So soon as Mr Bertrand's arrival in town became known, he was inundated with invitations of every description.
Governor Magoffin will have to call a special session of the legislature, and I think there will be enough of us in both Senate and House to take Kentucky out." Bertrand's dark face glowed. "You must do it! You must do it!" he exclaimed. "And if you do our cause is won!" There was a thoughtful silence, broken at last by Colonel Kenton, who turned an inquiring eye upon Bertrand.
The flame of Bertrand's lamp shone vaguely inwards, revealing a narrow passage that wound between rugged cliff-walls into darkness. The rock gleamed black and shiny on all sides. Underfoot were stones of all shapes and sizes, worn smooth by the sea.
He stepped back into the room to slip a sovereign into the man's hand. But Holmes drew back. "Thank you, sir. I'd rather not, sir." Bertrand's brows went up. "How? But we are friends, no?" he questioned. "I don't know, sir," said Holmes, respectful but firm. "Anyhow, I'd rather not, sir." "Eh bien!" The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders and turned. "Adieu, Holmes!" he said.
After a moment their eyes met through a cloud of smoke. Bertrand's held a tinge of anxiety. "I have displeased you, no?" he asked abruptly. Mordaunt leaned a friendly hand upon his shoulder. "On the contrary, I am grateful to you. I believe there is something in what you say. I never gave you credit for so much perception." Bertrand's face cleared.
I've found my son I've a world to tell you, but now I must hurry back and comfort my brother-in-law a bit." He took Mary's hand in his and held it a moment, then Bertrand's, and then he relieved the situation by taking Betty's and looking into her eyes, which looked tearfully back at him. Stooping, as if irresistibly drawn to her, he touched her fingers with his lips, and then lightly her hair.
There was nothing hurried in his entrance, nothing startling; but yet a sudden silence fell. Out of it almost immediately came Bertrand's voice. "Ah, Mr. Mordaunt, you return to find a visitor. Miss Wyndham is here. She came to seek you, but she found only " he spread out his hands characteristically "the organ-grinder." He had risen with the words; so also had Chris.
Charles V. might fearlessly lavish his gifts on the loyal warrior, for Du Guesclin felt nothing more binding upon him than to lavish them, in his turn, for the king's service. He gave numerous and sumptuous dinners to the barons, knights, and soldiers of every degree whom he was to command. "At Bertrand's plate gazed every eye, So massive, chased so gloriously,"
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