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But I must say, he does not possess my confidence. May we never regret our triumph. It was now five years since the electors of Reuilly had sent the Comte de Camors to the Corps Legislatif, and they had seen no cause to regret their choice. He understood marvellously well their little local interests, and neglected no occasion of forwarding them.
"But we are all selfish, you know. However, it was not of that that I came to speak. Tell me I know not whether a report I hear is correct. Pardon me if I mistake, for you know I never would dream of offending you; but they say that you have been left in very bad circumstances. If this is indeed so, my friend " "It is not," interrupted Camors, abruptly.
I seldom weep." The dark blue of her eyes was bathed in tears. "Yes, I am sincere; and I beg of you, if it is so, profit by this moment, for if you let it escape, you never will find it again." M. de Camors was little prepared for this decided proposal. The idea of breaking off his liaison with the Marquise never had entered his mind.
There was a moment of dead silence. "Well!" he cried, stamping his foot with sudden violence, "why do you stay here, then? Run! Fly! Save yourselves from me!" Overcome with terror, the two women fled, the mother dragging her daughter. The next moment they had disappeared in the darkness of the woods. Camors remained in that lonely spot many hours, without being aware of the passage of time.
"If you do not object to a short walk in the sun," said Madame de Tecle at length, "let us walk to meet my uncle. We are almost sure to meet him." Camors bowed. Madame de Tecle rose and rang the bell: "Ask Mademoiselle Marie," she said to the servant, "to be kind enough to put on her hat and join us."
"There is doubtless, my dear sir," replied Camors, "some excess in this extreme centralization of France; but all civilized countries must have their capitals, and a head is just as necessary to a nation as to an individual." "Taking your own image, Monsieur, I shall turn it against you.
In the shadow of the perfect security in which M. de Camors had placed her, Madame de Tecle could not but be pleased in the company of the most distinguished man she had ever met, who had, like herself, a taste for art, music, and for high culture.
The next time he bore down upon Camors, he said not a word, and retired in silence. Evidently the General had not the slightest recollection of the postscript. Camors tried to be contented, but would continually ask himself why he had come to Campvallon, in the midst of his family, of whom he was not overfond, and in the depths of the country, which he execrated.
After reading this perfidious letter, I could not help recollecting that your intimacy with Camors has greatly increased of late!" "Without doubt," said the Marquise, "I am very fond of him!" "I remembered also your tete-a-tete with him, the other night, in the boudoir, during the ball. When I awoke you had both an air of mystery. What mysteries could there be between you two?"
Her lips were slightly parted with a half-wicked smile that showed her fine white teeth; the same expression of ungovernable malice burned in her dark eyes, which she riveted for some seconds on those of Camors with persistent penetration then suddenly veiled them under the fringe of her dark lashes. This glance sent a thrill like lightning to his very marrow.
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