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"Dear Clemence," answered D'Harville, with constrained emotion; then, after a pause, he added gayly, "I begged you to come here before your departure to inform you that I could not take tea with you this morning. I have a number of persons to breakfast with me; it is a kind of impromptu assemblage to congratulate M. de Lucenay on the happy issue of his duel." "What a coincidence!
"You have perjured yourself to your husband and to God!" said Bergenheim slowly. "Do you know what kind of woman you are?" Clemence remained for some time powerless to reply; her respiration was so painful that each breath seemed like suffocation; her head, after rolling about on the back of the chair, fell upon her breast, like a blade of grass broken and bruised by the rain.
Clemence Graystone was both young and enthusiastic, and she thought here was an opportunity of benefiting one of her own sex in a quiet, unassuming way. She took care to observe closely, much that she would have otherwise passed unnoticed. "Thank heaven!" said Farmer Owen, as he came in and seated himself wearily, on Saturday evening, "that to-morrow is a day of rest.
Mademoiselle de Corandeuil did not finish her sentence, but she put a severity into these three words which seemed to condense all the quintessence of prudery that a celibacy of sixty years could coagulate in an old maid's heart. Clemence raised her eyes to her aunt's face as if to demand an explanation. It was such a calm, steady glance that the latter could not help being impressed by it.
She had ample time, now, to give to little Ruth, and her love for the child became stronger each day, as always happens when we deny ourselves for others. They took long walks together in the woods that surrounded the pretty village. Clemence had an artist's eye, and she loved to wander amid these scenes of beauty, that had power to calm her troubled soul as nothing else could do.
"But, madame " Clemence advanced to assist her. "Please pack the trunk," said Susan. "I am leaving here at once." "I prefer to go to America, even if madame " "Very well. I'll take you. But you understand?" "Perfectly, madame " A sound of hurrying footsteps and Palmer was at the threshold. His eyes were wild, his face distorted.
Don't weigh such different feelings in the same scales. I had a husband before I knew that my father was living " "If your husband was the first to lay kisses on your forehead, I was the first to drop tears upon it," replied Ferragus. "But don't feel frightened, Clemence, speak to me frankly.
Still she felt sure this was the individual whose shortcomings and misdeeds generally, she had heard descanted upon. Clemence laughed, as she wondered how it was possible for any one to be so carried away by their feelings, as to be jealous of a submissive looking little man like this.
"Hush, miserable woman!" replied Jules, putting his handkerchief on the mouth of the old woman, who began at once to cry out, "Murder! help!" At this instant Clemence entered, saw her husband, uttered a cry, and fled away. "Who will save my child?" cried the widow Gruget. "You have murdered her." "How?" asked Jules, mechanically, for he was horror-struck at being seen by his wife.
At least I should bleed," said she, bending toward him and tearing open her dress to lay bare her bosom. He seized her by the arm, and, exerting all his wasting strength to reach her, he said, in a voice whose harshness was changed almost into supplication: "Clemence, do not dishonor me by giving yourself to him when I am dead I would curse you if I thought that you would do that."
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