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But later, when she looked upon the dear, familiar face, the awe went out of her own. For Bertrand's sleep was very easy, serenely natural. It seemed to Chris that the man's vanished youth had come back to beautify his rest. For all the weariness she had grown accustomed to see had passed away. She even thought he smiled.
"But you see it is in the ships' news. 'The brig Esperanza, Capt. C., touched at St. Helena with her consort, and brings home Capt. C. of the Royal Engineers." The Mother. "There really seems no mistake indeed, especially Bertrand's having joined his brother. I suppose Richard must have captured some pirate or slaver's vessel. You know he took out a license to do so." The Father.
Richard's reckless immoralities. A warning. Sudden illness. Recovery. The peasant's discovery of hidden treasures. Videmar denies the story. Richard shot by Bertrand's arrow. King Richard's reign. The character of the "lion-hearted." During all this time the people of England were patiently waiting for Richard's return, and wondering what had become of him.
She so cold and pure, her very name is a reproach to this flock of butterfly women. This woman loves me, loves me even though that love be what men call dishonor. Bah! I hate the word. Her father never sold her heart. No, that was mine, forever mine. Had I but foreseen this I'd have left you rotting in Bertrand's dungeon. No, no.
The schools of medicine were slow to follow out Bertrand's discovery and it was not until something like twenty years later, through the studies of Braid, that hypnotism began to be taken seriously. But once the matter was brought broadly before them, the doctors began to follow it through.
The abruptness of his speech did not disconcert her. She was never ill at ease with Bertrand, however sudden his mood. She came to the piano, and stood facing him in the dusk. "He recognized me," she said. "Ah!" Bertrand's exclamation was deep in his throat, like the growl of an angry dog. "And he said ?" Chris hesitated. Instantly his manner changed. He stretched out a quick hand.
He had just called General Bertrand to the high position of grand marshal of the palace; and this choice was generally approved by all who had the honor of Count Bertrand's acquaintance. But what is there for me to say here of a man whose name in history will never be separated from that of the Emperor?
After this performance had been enacted four or five times, Mr Bertrand's patience gave way, and he declared that he was powerless to stand out any longer, and that perhaps it was a good thing to get the wedding over, since if he had much to do with Arthur Newcome, he should certainly collapse, and fall into a nervous decline. "His very presence oppresses me.
Because I know I know that he never can!" She ceased abruptly, and turned aside to battle with her agitation. Bertrand's hand stroked hers very tenderly, but his eyes were raised to the man who stood like a statue by his side. He spoke after a moment very softly, almost as if to himself.
He had held himself in check perpetually. And here again Bertrand's words recurred to him. If he had asked more, might he not have obtained more? Was it possible that he had failed to win her because he had not let her feel the compulsion of his love? Was it perchance his very restraint that frightened her? Had he indeed asked too little?
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