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She looked up at the stranger, and this time, with a cry of unfeigned pleasure, she put out both her hands effusively towards him. "Chauvelin!" she exclaimed. "Himself, citoyenne, at your service," said the stranger, gallantly kissing the tips of her fingers. Marguerite said nothing for a moment or two, as she surveyed with obvious delight the not very prepossessing little figure before her.
Who is this citoyenne?" added the officer, pointing to Dolores. "That is my daughter." "Be seated, citoyenne," said the lieutenant, politely offering Dolores his own chair. She accepted it, and the examination continued. "From whence do you come?" "From Beaucaire." "Afoot?" "No, citizen; we left the coach at Montgeron.
"First, I sailed from Bequir Road last Tuesday morning, with seven sail of the line and six of our prizes; leaving the Admiral with the Culloden, Alexander, Zealous, Goliath, and Swiftsure, and the three remaining French ships, which it was intended to destroy after taking out their stores and landing the prisoners. The Alcmene, Emerald, and Bonne Citoyenne had at last joined us.
"Monsieur," I began once more, "I am rather in haste, and would thank you if you would give me my passport." Upon which he took Mr. Washburn's so-much-looked-at card, scrutinized it, and then scrutinized me. "Are you La Citoyenne Moulton?" I answered, "Yes." "American?" I replied I was, and in petto mighty glad I was to be so. "Does the American Minister know you personally?" "Yes, very well."
"She was afraid to leave the coach, Monsieur. Moreover, she agreed with me that it would not be necessary." "Not necessary?" he echoed. "But it is necessary. When last you were here I told you I did not intend you should return to the coach. This is my plan, Citoyenne. I shall keep Guyot waiting below while you and your mother are fortifying yourselves by supper here.
Évariste Gamelin himself, stern-tempered as he was, when he recovered his twopenny knife from Élodie's lap, recited the going down of Grisbourdon into hell, with a good deal of spirit. The citoyenne Thévenin sang without accompaniment Nina's ballad: "Quand le bien-aimé reviendra."
"Ough!" she gasped, and with that sudden exclamation of pent-up wrath, she whisked about and went rustling to the door. "Citoyenne," he called after her, "you are forgetting your flowers." She halted, and seemed for a second to hesitate, looking at him oddly. Then she came back to the table and took up her roses. Again she looked at him, and let the bouquet fall back among the papers.
On the 8th May 1798, the Orion sailed from Gibraltar in company with the Vanguard, Rear-admiral Sir Horatio Nelson, the Alexander, Captain Ball, Emerald and Terpsichore frigates, and Bonne Citoyenne sloop, with orders from Earl St. Vincent to watch the enemy's fleet at Toulon. When they were fairly through the Straits of Gibraltar, the following order was given: Most secret rendezvous.
"Where is Élodie?" asked the citoyenne Chassagne. Jean Blaise shook his head; he did not know. He never did know; he made it a point of honour not to. Julie had come to take her friend with her to see Rose Thévenin at Monceaux, where the actress lived in a little house with an English garden.
The citoyenne complimented Gamelin on his talents and asked him if he would be willing to design a card for a protégée of hers, a fashionable milliner. He would, of course, choose an appropriate motif, a woman trying on a scarf before a cheval glass, for instance, or a young workwoman carrying a band-box on her arm.
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