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"There is a young gentleman in our house," and she blushed a little, Jerome declared to me afterwards, "in Bertrand's wine room you know the place? locked up, and I am not certain whether he lives or is dead. I can not tell Monsieur his name, but you know him. Oh, he was kind to me, and I would willingly do something to save him. It is so hard to be only a woman.
But to-night for some reason Max approached it, warily, as one not sure of his ground. "When do you hope to see him again?" A slight flush rose in Bertrand's face. "Never it is probable," he said sadly. "Ah! Then you had a disagreement?" Bertrand looked at him questioningly. Max smiled a little. "No, it isn't vulgar curiosity. Fact is, I came across my cousin Jack Forest to-day.
She clasped Bertrand's arm between her hands in wild, unreasoning supplication. "Oh, you must not you shall not! Bertie, you won't, will you? Promise me you won't promise me! He wouldn't understand. He would want to know why I had never told him before. He would he would " "Ah! but I would explain," Bertrand protested gently. "But you couldn't!
The old man lifted his head and looked in Bertrand's face, pitifully seeking there for help. "You are a good man, Mr. Ballard. I need your counsel and help." "First, we will go below the rapids and search; the sooner the better, for in the strong current there is no telling how far " "Yes, we will search." The Elder lifted himself to his full height, inspired by the thought of action.
The Elder looked down on the charm without touching it, as it lay on Bertrand's palm. "That belonged " his lips twitched "that belonged to the man who took from me my twin sister. The shadow forever the shadow of Larry Kildene hangs over me." He was silent for some moments, then he said: "Mr.
But you " Mr Bertrand's voice broke off with an uncontrollable tremble "you know there are special reasons why you are dear to me, Lettice. When I look at you I seem to see your mother again as I met her first. Why do you ask such a question? You surely know that I love you, without being told?" "But I like being told," said Lettice plaintively.
"You remember that blackguard Frenchman Rodolphe who was staying with the Pounceforts two or three weeks ago?" "Yes," whispered Chris. "He is to be court-martialled at Valpré, and I have accepted an offer to go as correspondent to the Morning Despatch and report upon his trial. As you know, I represented them at Bertrand's affaire, and this is a sequel to that.
For over all a care for the refreshment of the human spirit by fine art manifests itself, a predominant sense of literary charm, so that, in their search for the secret of exquisite expression, the romantic school went back to the forgotten world of early French poetry, and literature itself became the most delicate of the arts like "goldsmith's work," says Sainte-Beuve, of Bertrand's Gaspard de la Nuit and that peculiarly French gift, the gift of exquisite speech, argute loqui, attained in them a perfection which it had never seen before.
He spends much of his time at Bertrand's wine and card rooms, though he has the entree at some of the most fashionable houses in the city, even at Madame du Maine's exclusive Villa of Sceaux. But thereby hangs his employment; we do not know how far Madame is involved in this intrigue with Spain and the Bretons." Verily I felt encouraged as Serigny unfolded his charming plans for my entertainment.
"But but I was startled too. I I thought I heard Cinders barking." It was the first time she had ever deliberately lied to him, and her eyes met his full as she did it in desperate self-defence. He looked at her very steadily for the space of several seconds after she had spoken, and in the silence Bertrand's hands clenched hard. Quietly at length Mordaunt turned round to him.
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