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'It is too late now for me to think of life, said Vivian, 'but I will die fighting, and again they faced their enemies till Bertrand's horse was killed under him. Then Vivian seized the horse of a dead Infidel, and thrust the bridle into Bertrand's hand, 'Fly, for God's sake, it is your only chance. Where is my uncle? If he is dead we have lost the battle.
Come, it's either that or Trevor will have to be told. He'll see that you don't go back to starve in the streets." "I will not have Mr. Mordaunt told," Bertrand said quickly and firmly. "Then you will give me this promise," Max returned immovably. With a gesture of helplessness the Frenchman yielded. "Eh bien, I promise." "Good!" said Max. He laid Bertrand's hand down and rose.
Bertrand's Church, and had left two friends, who were less keen archæologists than himself, in their hotel at Toulouse, under promise to join him on the following morning. Half an hour at the church would satisfy them, and all three could then pursue their journey in the direction of Auch.
"In Heaven's name, Bertrand, why?" he said. Bertrand made a quick gesture, almost as if he would have checked the question, but when it was uttered he sat in silence. "You can't tell me?" Mordaunt said at last. He shrugged his shoulders. "If you desire it, I will tell you what I think." "Tell me, then." A faint flush rose in Bertrand's face.
He broke off as the door opened, and a quick smile of welcome flashed across his face. He stretched out both hands to the new-comer. "All right. Sit still," said Max. He sauntered across the room, his coat hanging open and displaying evening dress, and gave his hand into Bertrand's eager clasp. It was a very cool hand, and strong with a vitality that seemed capable of imparting itself.
He paused a moment, then said, "And you, you will be at the trial to report?" "Yes. I am going. Chris will go with me." "Ah!" The exclamation seemed involuntary. Bertrand's hand suddenly clenched hard upon the chair-arm. "You will take her to Valpré?" he questioned. "Probably not to the place itself," Mordaunt made answer. "I think she is not very anxious to go there.
We must now return to our heroine, whom we left on her way to Mrs. Bertrand's. Mrs. Bertrand kept a large confectionary and fruit shop in Bristol. "Please to walk through this way, ma'am Miss Hodges is above stairs she shall be apprized directly Jenny! run up stairs," said Mrs.
It seemed that the appeal would go unanswered. But at length the man who stood on Bertrand's other side made a quiet movement, bending down a little. "You need not distress yourself, Bertrand," he said, very steadily, and as he spoke his hand was on the Frenchman's shoulder. "Chris will never leave me again." "Ah!" Eagerly Bertrand looked up at him.
These little speeches, coming in the midst of Madame Bertrand's effusive benevolence, seemed quite irrelevant to the matter in hand, but nevertheless imparted a sudden chill. "Not at all naughty," said Madame, at last, rallying, and still busy about the sofa, where Madelon had passively and wearily laid back her aching little head. "It was the very best thing she could do. Nun, indeed!
Dufour and Derville were talking together in front of the office; and when they separated on Bertrand's approach, the young man fancied that Derville saluted him with unusual friendliness. De Beaune's security was declined by the cautious trader; and as Bertrand was leaving, Dufour said, half-jestingly no doubt: 'Why don't you apply to your friend Derville?
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