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And if by chance I find the wicket unlocked when I come down, pray, Carlat, pray! For you will have need of prayers." He slunk away, the men with him; and she fell to pacing the roof feverishly. Now and then she extended her arms, and low cries broke from her, as from a dumb creature in pain. Wherever she looked, old memories rose up to torment her and redouble her misery.
It was not wonderful that they could not see Carlat. Objects a hundred paces from them were completely hidden. Trot, trot! Trot, trot! through a grey world so featureless, so unreal that the riders, now dozing in the saddle, and now awaking, seemed to themselves to stand still, as in a nightmare.
And having these thoughts and seeing her hesitate hesitate when every movement caused him agony, so imperative was haste, so precious the opportunity he could bear the suspense no longer. When she did not answer he stooped forward, until his knees touched the thwart on which Carlat had sat; then, without a word, he flung himself forward, and, with one hand far extended, grasped the packet.
But I hold also a letter from M. de Tignonville, and that I can deliver to no other hands than hers!" He held it up as he spoke, a thin scrap of greyish paper, the fly-leaf of a missal perhaps. "See!" he continued, "and take notice! If she does not get this, and learns when it is too late that it was offered " "The terms," Carlat growled impatiently. "The terms! Come to them!"
Are they locked?" "Yes, Madame." "The wicket?" "No, not the wicket." And Carlat looked another way. "Then go, lock it, and bring the keys to me!" she replied. "Or stay!" Her voice grew harder, her eyes spiteful as a cat's. "Stay, and be warned that you play me no tricks! Do you hear? Do you understand?
You think a Catholic capable of the worst." "We have long thought so at Vrillac," she answered gravely. "That's over now, if people would only understand. This wedding has put an end to all that. But I'm harking back," he continued awkwardly; and he stopped. "Instead, let me take you home." "If you please. Carlat and the servants should be below."
"Up, and lie close above!" he growled. "Open a window or look out, and you will pay dearly for it! Do you hear? Up! Up! You, too, old crop- ears. What! would you?" with a sudden glare as Carlat hesitated "that is better! Mademoiselle, until my return."
He has done well!" "Carlat?" "Ay, there they are! And you are mistress in your own land! At last you are mistress, and you have me to thank for it! See!" And heedless in his exultation whether Badelon understood or not, he pointed to a place before them where the road wound between two low hills.
And you, sir," he continued, turning to Carlat, "serve your mistress with wine. She needs it." The steward filled for her, and then for each of the men, his shaking hand spilling as much as it poured. Nor was this strange. Above the din and uproar of the street, above the crash of distant doors, above the tocsin that still rang from the reeling steeple of St.
But the soft inflection would break into a giggle, and finally into a yawn; and, tired of the attempt, she began to pluck grass and throw it from her. By-and-by she discovered that Madame Carlat and the women, who had their place a little apart, had disappeared; and affrighted by the solitude and silence for neither of which she was made she sprang up and stared about her, hoping to discern them.
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