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Born to the snow-trail, the Louchoux girl made good time. During the month she had spent at Chloe's school she had for the first time in her life been sufficiently clothed and fed, and now with the young muscles of her body well nourished and in the pink of condition she fairly flew over the trail. Hour after hour she kept up the pace without halting.
The discovery of Bellula's identity recalls more particularly, perhaps, that of Chloe's in Longus' romance, or may possibly indicate an acquaintance with Bonarelli's Filli di Sciro, which might also be traced in the attribution to centaurs of the character long identified with satyrs in pastoral tradition.
He picked up the little fellow and, carrying him out, strove to soothe him. Meanwhile, Mrs. Frost examined Chloe's injuries. They were not so great as she had anticipated. She learned on inquiry that the water had not been scalding hot. There was little doubt that with proper care she would recover from her injuries in a week or ten days. But in the meantime it would not do to use the foot.
He allied Chloe's adjective to a number of epithets equally applicable to nature and to women, according to current ideas, concluding: 'Count, they call your Caseldy at his lodgings. "The Count he is out for an airing." He is counted out. Ah! you will make him drop that "Count" when he takes you from here.
"Hannibal had n' mo' d'n finish' w'at he had ter say, w'en Chloe's knees gun 'way unner her, en she fell down in de road, en lay dere half a' hour er so befo' she come to.
On his asking pardon of her, which his long habit of respect forced him to do in the thick of rapture and repetitions, she said, 'You rob no one. 'Oh, he cried, 'there is a reward, then, for faithful love. But am I the man I was a minute back? I have you; I embrace you; and I doubt that I am I. Or is it Chloe's ghost? 'She has died and visits you. 'And will again?
'Poorly, the young gentleman replied. 'But the Count can sing, and Chloe's a real angel when she sings; and won't you, dear? she implored Chloe, to whom Caseldy addressed a prelude with a bow and a flourish of the hand. Chloe's voice flew forth. Caseldy's rich masculine matched it.
Sophie said that "it would renew Chloe's youth; she certainly would send her." Good-byes were spoken, and we went down. Mr. Axtell was still treading the hall below. He thanked Sophie for her kindness to Miss Lettie, shook hands genially with Aaron, looked at me, and we were gone. I carried Miss Lettie's message to Chloe.
"I love to have you here." "Thank you, papa, I will," she answered, with a brightened countenance, as she left the room. She was soon in her place again by his side. He was sleeping and taking the fan from Chloe's hand without speaking, she motioned her away, and resuming her seat, sat for an hour or more, fanning him in perfect silence.
"You don' say lak' de pries'," she asked, "you not marry, you bad?" "No! No! No! You poor child!" cried Chloe, "of course you are not bad! You are going to live with me. You will learn many things." "An' som' tam', we fin' my man?" she asked eagerly. Chloe's voice sounded suddenly harsh. "Yes, indeed, we will find him!" she cried. "We will find him and bring him back " she stopped suddenly.
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