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You can wait for him in a little /salon/ downstairs; I will bring him to you." This proposal made Duthil altogether merry, but Pierre, quite scared, hesitated at the idea of thus going to Silviane d'Aulnay's. It was hardly a place for him.
Not an ounce of unnecessary weight hampered him. The booming of cannon had met him so far off on that day's march that he understood well the state of siege in which St. John would be found; and long before there was any glimpse of D'Aulnay's tents and earthworks, the problem of getting into the fort occupied his mind. For D'Aulnay's guards might be extended in every direction.
He groaned with his head hanging. "We are not ruined yet," she said, "if you care for me." "That was a stranger child?" he repeated. "All the train knew it to be a motherless child. He had no right to thrust it on me." "I demand no testimony of D'Aulnay's followers," said Klussman roughly. He let her go from his arms, and stepped to the battlements.
D'Aulnay's sentinels about the walls, understanding that all this confusion was made by a stampede of ponies, kept the silence which had been enjoined on them. But some stir of inquiry seemed to occur in the bastions.
"But how will he know I have taken the sentinels off?" "You must hold up a ladder in your hands." "The tower is between that side of the fort and D'Aulnay's camp. No one would see me standing with a ladder in my hands." "When you set the ladder against the outside wall, it is all you have to do, except to take me with you as you climb down. It is their affair to see the signal."
All the Sable Island ponies must be loose upon the slope. D'Aulnay's men had taken possession of the stable and cattle, and the wild and frightened ponies were scattered. As his ear lay so near the ground the soldier heard other little hoofs startled to action, and a snort or two from suspicious nostrils. He crept away from the sentinel without further challenge.
Responsive tremors from its own artillery ran through the fortress' walls. The pieces, except that one in the turret, were all brought into two bastions, those in the southeast bastion being trained on D'Aulnay's batteries, and the others on his camp. The gunner in the turret also dropped shot with effect among the tents, and attempted to reach the ships.
Silviane d'Aulnay's little mansion, a very luxurious one, displaying, too, so to say, the luxury of a temple, refined but suggestive of gallantry, stood in the Avenue d'Antin, near the Champs Elysees. The inmate of this sanctuary, where the orfrays of old dalmaticas glittered in the mauve reflections from the windows of stained-glass, had just completed her twenty-fifth year.
"She would have me ride to D'Aulnay's camp and bring her word how many men have fallen there to-day." Zélie shivered through her indignation. "Do you tell me such a tale, when you were shut in the turret for that very sin?" "Sin that is sin in peace is virtue in war," responded Le Rossignol. "Mount, Shubenacadie." "My lady will have his neck, wrung," threatened Zélie. "She dare not.
"I have brought an agent from D'Aulnay and D'Aulnay's child into our fortress," said Madame La Tour, speaking toward Marguerite's silent cover, under which the girl made no sign of being more than a hidden animal. Her stern face traveled from mother back to tiny body. There is nothing more touching than the emaciation of a baby.
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