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"My lady," she gasped, "here is Sir Blaise Mickleton, who entreats the honor to speak with you." Brilliana's face darkened for a moment, for she bore no kindness just then to the laggard in war. Then her face cleared again. "Admit him," she said. "He will divert me for want of a better."
At her request, seconded by M. Blaise, Derville repeated his previous story; but his voice had lost its firmness, his manner its cold impassibility. 'I wish Monsieur Derville would look me in the face, said Marie, when Derville had ceased speaking. 'I am here as a suppliant to him for mercy. 'A suppliant for mercy! murmured Derville, partially confronting her.
"La Tournoire!" came in a faint, horror-stricken voice from behind me. I turned and beheld mademoiselle, who had come out from the inn on hearing my call for Blaise. With her were Hugo and Jeannotte. Behind were the inn-keepers and the gypsies.
I then managed voice enough to say "Good-bye, Blaise," to the old soldier. "Nay, I will walk as far as to the village," said he, in his gruff, autocratic way. "I have a word or two for you at parting."
She looked at it till the tears confused her sight, took it off softly and tossed it into the flames. Then, her face shining with tears and smiles, transfigured with tenderness and passion, she threw herself into Philippe's arms. The night was far advanced when the citoyenne Blaise opened the outer door of the flat for her lover and whispered to him in the darkness: "Good-bye, sweetheart!
The artillery duel had been under way some little time now, and it had evidently taken the Germans by surprise, for they were longer than usual in replying. "Smash 'em up! Smash 'em up!" yelled the lieutenant in charge of that particular part of the advance in which Jimmy Blaise and his chums were included. "Smash 'em up, boys!" "Wow! We're with you!" howled Franz. "Smash 'em up!"
He had written her a letter conceived in a key of gravity, at once sombre and ardent, in which, explaining the grievance he had against the citoyen Blaise, but saying no word of his love and concealing his chagrin, he announced his intention of never returning to her father's shop, and was now showing greater steadfastness in keeping this resolution than a woman in love was quite likely to approve.
Blaise came running out of the inn, with sword drawn. When he had joined me, I stopped and turned to face De Berquin. He was before me ere I had time to explain to Blaise. In his rage, he made a violent thrust at me, which Blaise turned aside. De Berquin then leaped back, to put himself on guard. At that instant, the first stroke of eight came from the distant tower of Clochonne.
The family had gayly partaken of dejeuner, and now, before nightfall, the four children had gathered round a table by the window, absorbed in a playful occupation which delighted them. Helped by Ambroise, the twins, Blaise and Denis, were building a whole village out of pieces of cardboard, fixed together with paste. There were houses, a town hall, a church, a school.
His beard, moist with his tears, still stank of tobacco and musk. Although he scarcely knew the Angelins, he pressed them also in his arms. "Ah! my poor friends, what a terrible blow! What a terrible blow!" Then Blaise in his turn came to kiss his parents. In spite of his grief, and the horrible night he had spent, his face retained its youthful freshness.
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