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"Quite sure," replied Flo confidently, "because God, who cannot lie, has promised." "Now, what will you say if we fail in this enterprise?" asked her father. "That my prayer has been answered," replied Flo. "What? if he guides us to failure will you count that an answer?" "Yes, indeed I will.
"'It don't become you, Low, to speak in such a way now, said Miss Grizzy, 'you are not master here, now. You can't count upon this place being yours more than my brother's any longer; it is just as well that you know the truth, and know at once what to expect.
Occasions there were when Penelope was compelled to equivocate shamefully in order to escape the companionship of the duke, the count, or others of their ilk. Once, when the guardian of the road was late at his post, she rode far into the enemy's country, actually thrilled by the joy of adventure. When he appeared far down the road, she turned and fled with all the sensations of a culprit.
In his excitement he ran out of the house and hurried into the sheepfold, where he patted the soft woolly backs of each of the sheep, and then he raced around the snowy meadows trying to realize that all these belonged to his family for ever! And that Count Pierre could never again imprison his father or worry him with heavy taxes!
Laying a package of letters, addressed to M. de Chalusse, on the desk, the housekeeper replied: "These have just come by the post for the poor count. Heaven rest his soul!" And then handing a newspaper to Mademoiselle Marguerite, she added, in an unctuous tone: "And some one left this paper for mademoiselle at the same time." "This paper for me? You must be mistaken." "Not at all.
"You are poor; how can you pay?" asked the general. "Oh! we don't pay," Tom laughed. "We keep count. I owe him twelve thousand now. I will pay him when I get rich. He can wait." And he held out his closed hand again for Peter to guess the number of stones it contained.
"And now," he asked, "if you are anyway rested?" "Presently, presently. Let me breathe," she said, panting a little harder than before. "And what has so wearied you?" he asked. "This bag? And why, in the name of eccentricity, a bag? For an empty one, you might have relied on my own foresight; and this one is very far from being empty. My dear Count, with what trash have you come laden?
There's nothing brilliant about me, dear I'm a plodder, feeling my way along. And what I have done in the last ten years is just coming to a stage at last where I can really see a chance to make it count for something. When I feel I've done that, say in five years more " "Those five years," said her father, "may cost you a very heavy price."
As the Count advanced towards middle age, he grew more domineering in tone, more noble in his dreams, and more foolish in much of his conduct. He was soon to shine in each of these three lights. He returned from America in a fury.
The rulers of the city mourned, the people complained, women and children wept, and all exclaimed against the count as false and perfidious.
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