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People wondered what Blaisette saw in the dark scowling girl, who was reserved and offhand with people in general; and probably Blaisette herself was puzzled as to why she sought Ellenor so constantly. The girls were a distinct contrast, not only in character, but in appearance. Ellenor was tall and angular, with a certain nobility and haughtiness of carriage inherited from her fisherman father.
Le Mierre managed to waylay Ellenor some days after La Grand' Querrue, and a few careless kisses and slighting remarks of Blaisette bound the girl of the cottage closer to him than ever. As for Dominic, he told himself that he could not and would not give up the stolen meetings with Ellenor.
But it's my belief there's another reason for her sickness. You remember she came the wrong way to church on her wedding day? Ah, we all know what that means trouble as sure as her name is Blaisette. But I must be off!"
He told everyone how he was bothered by the spirit of Blaisette; but he did not add that abject terror of small-pox made him decide to spend some months with well-to-do relations in Jersey, which was quite exempt from the horrible disease. It was just before Lent when he came home to find a very bleak springtime keeping back the flowers in his garden at Orvillière.
After a minute's hesitation, two or three of the girls followed her, but Blaisette, with a pretty pout, returned to the jonquière by the hearth. Ellenor walked rapidly up the steep path to the summit of the cliff, then plunged into the darkness of the moorland. Winding in and out amongst gorze bushes, she reached at last a large patch of grass.
And how do I know you won't do it, even yet?" "I'd die first!" she cried, looking up proudly. "That's settled then! And now let me tell you a secret, just to reward you. I am not even thinking of marriage with Blaisette Simon. Come, how many kisses will you give me for that piece of news?"
As he sat on the jonquière, he watched keenly, in a business-like spirit, the gay gestures and pretty dimples of Blaisette Simon, who was the most eager listener of the story-telling group. He had often thought of her as a possible wife. But she was such a universal flirt, that, hitherto, he had received no special encouragement.
But I've a mind to go to warn Blaisette about her husband to be." Ellenor turned on Perrin a look of wild terror and anger. "If I could, I'd kill you, because I hate you so! You would go to tell Blaisette that you've seen me and him together!" "I would do no such thing. But I would wish to warn her that Dominic is mixed up with smugglers."
"You here, Ellenor!" he cried, sitting down beside her, "on Christmas Day and all alone! Where, then, are all your beaux?" "You know quite well I've got none, and don't want none, Monsieur," she replied sulkily. "Come, come, do you expect me to believe that of a pretty girl like you?" "Pretty!" she echoed scornfully, "it's your Blaisette Simon that's as pretty as a wax doll.
There is something more I must say, to cast it off my mind. It is all my fault that Blaisette has the small-pox. It was me that went to the witch to Saint Pierre Port to cast a spell on my rival the day after the Grand' Querrue. I didn't tell no names, but that's why she's bad, and oh, Perrin, it's all my fault." "Yes, I suppose it's that, in a way.
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