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I remember being startled when you told me that, and for a moment an odd fancy came to me. I wondered whether your child-angel might not be the identical being about whom my poor dear mother went into such raptures. Good Lord! what a joke! By Jove!" "A joke!" growled Dacres. "I don't see any joke in it.
She lay there a picture of perfect loveliness, as beautiful as a dream like some child-angel.
I know it's awfully funny; and it's horrid in you to be so unkind about it. And I really must go. Won't you come? Do, do, dear dearest darling, do do do! "Ethel was firm, however, and tried to dissuade the other, but to no purpose; for at length, with a laugh, the child-angel burst away, and skipped lightly up the slope toward the crater. "'Just one peep, she said.
"He took my child-angel from me," said Leonard, with visible emotion; "and if she had not returned, where and what should I be now? But I have forgiven him. No, I have never met him since." "And that terrible Mr. Burley?" "Poor, poor Burley! He, too, is vanished out of my present life.
And going about the country, tumbling over precipices, with devilish handsome Italians going down to save her life! Ha, ha, ha! I like that!" "See here, old boy, I swear you're too suspicious. Come now. You're going too far. If she chooses, she may trump up the same charge against you and the child-angel at Vesuvius. Come now, old boy, be just. You can afford to.
As Leonard walked through the crowded streets with the friend and monitor of his childhood, confiding the simple tale of his earlier trials, when, amidst the wreck of fortune and in despair of fame, the Child-angel smiled by his side, like Hope, all renown seemed to him so barren, all the future so dark!
"Oh, it's nothing of that sort; money's all right; no swindle. It's an affair of another character altogether." "Oh!" "And one, too, that makes me think that " He hesitated. "That what?" "That I'd better start for Australia." "Australia!" "Yes." "What's the meaning of that?" "Why," said Dacres, gloomily, "it means giving up the child-angel, and trying to forget her if I ever can." "Forget her!
And what's more, I will have her, or go without. The child-angel may be the very identical one that my mother selected, and if you assert that she is, I'll be hanged if I'll argue the point. I only say this, that it doesn't alter my position in the slightest degree. I don't want her. I won't have her. I don't want to see her.
"'Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing, said the child-angel. 'I'm dying to take a peep into the crater. It must be awfully funny. Do come; do, do come, Ethel darling. "'Oh, Minnie, don't, cried the other, in great alarm. And I now learned that the child-angel's name was Minnie. 'Minnie, she cried, clinging to the child-angel, 'you must not go.
The road-side smiled with flowers, as he passed, and mothers trembled for joy; for infant-asylums arose wherever the child-angel trod." One of the first to respond to the call of Roumanille for the composition of the selection "Li Prouvençalo" was Th. Aubanel, also of Avignon. And now, eight years later, the promise of M. René Taillandier, in his introduction to the selection, has become reality.
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