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I am better now." "You won't turn giddy, and fall off your horse?" "I don't think so." "Talk about the halt leading the blind!" murmured Clyffurde as he stretched himself out once more upon the soft ground, whilst Maurice contrived to hoist himself up into the saddle. "Are you safe now?" he added as the young man collected the reins in his hand, and planted his feet firmly into the stirrups.
"That's all right, petit père," he called out airily, "it is indeed my friend, just as I thought. I'm going to stay and have a little chat with him. Don't wait up for me. When he is tired of my company I'll go back to the parlour and make myself happy in front of the fire. Good-night!" As Clyffurde no longer stood in the doorway, St.
Bah! the Emperor will never tolerate them. Suddenly Clyffurde who had become half-drowsy, lulled to somnolence by de Marmont's incessant chatter and the monotonous jog-trot of the horses woke to complete consciousness. He pricked his ears and in a moment was all attention. "They think that they can deceive me," de Marmont was saying airily.
For the sake of that past, and for dread of the future, he must go go from whence he could not again return, and Bobby Clyffurde remembering Grenoble, remembering Lyons, Villefranche and Nevers could not altogether suppress a sigh of regret for the brave man, the fine genius, the reckless adventurer who had so boldly scaled for the second time the heights of the Capitol, oblivious of the fact that the Tarpeian Rock was so dangerously near.
De Marmont's keen eyes took in the situation at a glance: he threw a quick look of savage hatred on St. Genis and cast one of contemptuous pity on Clyffurde. Then with a shrug of the shoulders and a light, triumphant laugh, he set spurs to his horse and rode swiftly away.
"Mademoiselle de Cambray, I understand," rejoined Clyffurde stiffly, "is formally affianced now to M. de St. Genis."
Madame la Duchesse d'Agen spoke to him once, while he stood by watching Crystal's dainty form walking through the mazes of a quadrille with her hand in that of St. Genis. "They look well matched, do they not, Mr. Clyffurde?" Madame said in broken English and with something of her usual tartness; "and you? are you not going to recognise old friends, may I ask?"
Genis," broke in Clyffurde now, with angry impatience. "Believe me!
Then I found him and taunted him, until the temptation came to me to act the part of a coward and a traitor. And this I did, Crystal, only because I loved you because I knew that I could never win you while I was poor and in humble circumstances. I soon found out that Clyffurde was a friend.
He paused abruptly, and his somewhat full, sensitive lips were pressed tightly together as if to suppress an insistent outburst of passion. But Clyffurde frowned, and when he turned away from de Marmont it was in order to hide a harsh look of contempt. "Surely," he said, "you have never led the Comte to suppose that you are a royalist!" "I have never led him to suppose anything.
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