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Inchbare instantly bustled out to fetch the choicest garments that her wardrobe could produce. The moment the door had closed on her Blanche looked round the room in her turn. The rights of affection having been already asserted, the claims of curiosity naturally pressed for satisfaction next. "Somebody passed me in the dark," she whispered. "Was it your husband? I'm dying to be introduced to him.
They were still in the yard; and the only witnesses present were the dogs. Arnold answered in the language without words which is nevertheless the most expressive language in use, between men and women, all over the world. "This is not doing my duty," said Blanche, penitently. "But, oh Arnold, I am so anxious and so miserable!
Madame La Blanche entered the room, as was her custom before retiring to her own couch, and as she looked upon the gentle sleepers before her, and contrasted them with the pitiable ones who, perchance were even then wakeful and sinning, her heart went up toward the Dispenser of all blessings, in earnest supplication that the objects of her love might be ever preserved unblemished in purity, and those of her compassion be brought from their blackness and stain unto the fountain of all goodness and cleansing.
Meanwhile, Lady Blanche was, indeed, perpetually conscious of her strange niece, perpetually thinking of the story her brothers had told her, perpetually trying to recall the sister she had lost so young, and then turning from all such things to brood angrily over the Lawrence letter, and the various other rumors which had reached her of Warkworth's relations to Miss Le Breton.
For when she knew that she was safe the lady Blanche came out of the cave and addressed me as I stood there leaning against the rock with the red sword Wave-Flame in my hand, as I had drawn it to make ready for the last fight to the death. All sorts of sweet names she called me a hero, her deliverer, and I know not what besides.
"Is it not strange," remarked her friends, "that the duchess such a very superior woman should grieve so much for that absurd relative of hers?" But the dejection of Mme. Blanche was due in great measure to the sinister prophecies of the accomplice to whom she had denied the last consolations of religion.
For fifty years the work went on expeditiously under various bishops and their architects. "Saint" Louis, Blanche of Castille, Philippe the Hardy, and the city fathers all aided the work substantially, and the fabric speedily took on its finished form.
She looked at him with the cry of surprise suspended on her lips waited a little with her eyes fixed on Fir Patrick's face struggled resolutely, and composed herself. "Point the person out." She said the words with a self-possession which won her uncle's hearty approval. Blanche had done wonders for a girl in her teens. "Look!" said Sir Patrick; "and tell me what you see."
Lance's curiosity was aroused; but, instead of referring to the skipper, he preferred to hear the story from Blanche's own pretty lips; and sinking down into a deck-chair beside her he listened with interest to all that the fair girl could tell him respecting Bob. "Poor fellow!" he remarked when Blanche had finished her story, "and he has never been able to find a clue to his parentage!
The latter had spoken to a lady acquaintance who stood near him, and was saying a few words to her, thus disengaging Blanche. But observing that Mr. Elliott was talking to Blanche, he turned from the lady and joined her again. And, so Mr. Elliott had to say: "We are going to have a glass of wine in honor of the auspicious event."
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