Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 5, 2025
After a few evenings spent in the Palais Égalité, Coursegol became acquainted with most of the brokers who transacted business there. They were stout, well-fed, jovial men, whose self-satisfied and flourishing appearance seemed a stinging irony hurled in the face of the poor wretches who were perishing of hunger in the Faubourgs of Paris.
The queen had promised not to forget him and to prove her interest in some conclusive manner. That he might not be obliged to leave his young master, Coursegol asked and obtained permission to enlist in the same regiment. Two more years passed. It would be a difficult task to describe Dolores as she appeared in those days.
From that day her hold upon life slowly but surely strengthened; she recognized her husband and her son, and it was not long before they could without danger reveal the circumstances attendant upon Dolores' arrival at the château. Three months later her recovery was complete. One morning the Marquis sent for Coursegol. "I gave you Dolores," said he, abruptly; "will you not return her to me?
The char-a-banc drawn by two strong horses was in waiting at the base of the hill. They were to walk down the hill with Philip and bid him farewell there. Philip gave his arm to his mother; Dolores walked between Coursegol and the Marquis, with an expression of profound sorrow upon her features. An air of sadness and gloom pervaded everything.
Moreover, you are deprived of our counsel and experience just when you most need them, at a time when your life must undergo a radical change and you are beset with difficulties. I have decided that Coursegol shall accompany you, for his judgment may be of service to you in the absence of ours.
He turned and saw a woman who was still young. Suddenly he recollected that Bridoul was married. "Are you not Citoyenne Bridoul?" he asked. "Certainly, Cornelia Bridoul." "Where is your husband?" "Here he is." Bridoul appeared. He had followed his wife in order to see the young Provençale who had been brought into his shop. "Do you know me?" inquired Coursegol. "Can it be Coursegol?"
One of the gypsies approached the children to beg, which so terrified them that they clung frantically to Coursegol, who found it difficult to reassure them. These pleasant rambles, the lessons which she recited to her adopted father, the religious instruction she received from the Marquise and long hours of play with Philip made up the life of Dolores.
"You are summoned before the Tribunal! Oh! it is impossible. There must be some mistake. They can accuse you of no crime, nor can they think of punishing you as if you had been an Émigré or a conspirator." "Nevertheless, I received a summons yesterday and also a paper containing the charge against me." "Alas, alas!" groaned Coursegol, "why did you not listen to me?
Coursegol had several reasons for dissuading his young master from his purpose, the chief of which was that he did not wish to go himself. In case of actual danger, he could be of great service to the Marquis.
He agreed to come to the office at ten o'clock this morning, ostensibly to seek employment in the prison; and I promised to make some excuse for taking you there at the same hour, so you can see each other; but you are not to exchange a word or even a sign of recognition." So in a few moments Dolores found herself face to face with Coursegol.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking