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But Cecile's clear eyes looked up with all kinds of thanks into the face of the big guard as he put them into a cab, and gave the cabby directions where to drive them to. "A sweet child, bless her," he said to himself, as he turned away. The cabby had been desired to drive the children to Mrs. West's home, and the address Jane had written out was in his hand.
Toby will stay close to Maurice." To this arrangement Maurice himself made no objection. He could scarcely keep his eyes open, and the moment he found himself on the bed of straw was sound asleep. Toby, in obedience to Cecile's summons, sat down by his side, and then the little girl returned to Joe. "No one can hear us now. What is wrong, Jography?"
"The bit o' paper 'ull do; the bit o' paper wid the address of the lady." Joe groaned. "I can't do it," he said. "I can't let Maurice go to sech a cruel life I can't, I can't! I can't give hup the hope o' seeing my old mother. I must see my old mother once again. And I can't steal Cecile's purse. Oh! wot shall I do?"
Cecile, being still weak, tried to follow, but felt her legs tottering. She was too late to go, but not too late to see; for the next instant big strong Jean Malet appeared, carrying in his fainting old mother, and immediately behind him and his wife came not only Cecile's own lost Joe, but that English lady, Miss Smith. It was neither at the fainting mother nor at Joe that Cecile now looked.
And I took this consolation, that she was in better health and a woman of twenty-two could not be so easily oppressed as a sickly child of sixteen. But we were very unhappy about it, and Annora almost frantic, above all at Cecile's meek submission. She was sure the poor thing would be dead in a month, and then we should be sorry.
I think, if I had been in Cecile's position, I should either have gone mad, or have died under the restraint and dreariness; but she lived on in the dull dream of half-comprehended wretchedness, and gave birth to her daughter, but without being in the least cheered, for a peasant woman was in waiting, who carried the child off while she was still too much exhausted to have even kissed it.
Cecile's firmness, joined to her great childish ignorance, could be dangerous, but Joe only made a feeble protest. "Do you see that old woman, and the little lass by her side making lace?" he said. "That house don't look big; we might get a night's lodging as cheap as in the villages."
"There's a passage from the first courtyard into a second one, and from that you can go out either into the Place de la Madeleine or the Rue de l'Arcade. I've got a man at each exit but" he shook his head dubiously "one man may not be enough." "Tonnere de Dieu, it's Madam Cecile's!" cried Coquenil.
"Yes, we're a little French boy and girl, me and Maurice. We come from the south, from the Pyrenees." The tall lad sighed. "La Belle France!" he exclaimed with sudden fervor. He caught Cecile's little hand and wrung it, then he hurried away. After this he had once or twice again spoken to the children, but they had never got beyond the outside limits of friendship.
The Count and Countess Popinot likewise lent their presence to complete the splendor of the occasion, although they thought the invitation in questionable taste. There were eleven in all. Cecile's grandfather, old Camusot, came, of course, with his wife to a family reunion purposely arranged to elicit a proposal from M. Brunner.
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