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He had accomplished the purpose of his jealousy even more effectually than he could have wished. He looked round and saw that everyone had thrown a casual glance of contempt upon Clyffurde and then turned away to murmur with scornful indifference: "I always mistrusted that man."
Indeed this was a very serious ordeal for quiet, self-contained Bobby Clyffurde an Englishman, remember with all an Englishman's shyness of emotion, all an Englishman's contempt of any display of sentiment.
"I liked him: and I made him talk to me about himself. It was not easy, for these English men are stupidly reticent, but I dragged his story out of him bit by bit or at least as much of it as I could and I can tell you, my good André, that never have I admired a man so much as I do this Mr. Clyffurde .
I begged him to let me have the money so that I might take it to the King and earn consideration and a reward thereby. That was my sin, Crystal, and also that I lied to you to disguise the sorry rôle which I had played. Clyffurde gave me the money because I told him how we loved one another you and I and that happiness could only come to you through our mutual love.
"I don't see why you should say 'even you," broke in Clyffurde quietly. "I am a shopkeeper nothing more. .
The fierce love engendered for Crystal in his turbulent heart by all the hatred and all the scorn which she lavished upon him, brought an unreasoning jealousy into being. He felt suddenly that he detested Clyffurde. He remembered Clyffurde's nationality and its avowed hatred of the hero whom he de Marmont worshipped.
Therefore though this new untamed jealousy seized hold of him with extraordinary power, though it brought that ominous red film before his eyes, which makes a man strike out blindly and stupidly against his rival, it also suggested to de Marmont a far simpler and far more efficacious way of ridding himself once for all of any fear of rivalry from Clyffurde.
Well, good-night, my dear friend," said de Marmont, as he extended a cordial hand to Clyffurde, who, in the dark, evidently failed to see it. "And don't take the insults of all these fools too much to heart." And he gave an expressive nod in the direction of the stately castle behind him.
Oh, Maurice!" she added suddenly, forgetting her absorption, her wrath against Clyffurde, her own disappointment everything in face of the awful possible calamity, and turning anxious, appealing eyes upon the young man, "you don't think, do you, that that abominable usurper will succeed in ousting the King once more from his throne?" And St.
Not a single detail of that moving little episode had escaped de Marmont's keen eyes: he had seen Crystal's look of positive abhorrence wherewith she had regarded Clyffurde, he had seen the gathering up of her skirts away as it were from the contaminating propinquity of the "English spy." And de Marmont was satisfied.
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