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To encompass this she employed a man to murder Marina, and she well timed her wicked design, when Lychorida, the faithful nurse, had just died. Dionysia was discoursing with the man she had commanded to commit this murder, when the young Marina was weeping over the dead Lychorida.
I humbled myself, I besought her, I told falsehoods, I vowed to her that it was my family, mainly, who made me marry. I hoped I should be able, by great kindness and caressing words, to soften the bitterness of the parting. She listened to me, remaining as impassive as a block of ice; and, when I paused, she said with a sinister laugh, "'And you tell me all that! Your Dionysia!
"And I will go with you, dear mother," declared Dionysia. But such a proceeding was hardly suitable. M. de Chandore opposed it, and was supported by M. Folgat, as well as by M. Seneschal. "We might at least send somebody," suggested the two aunts timidly. "That is a good idea," replied M. de Chandore. He rang the bell; and old Anthony came in.
Advocate, to work, I say. Come, shall we go?" They were leaving the room when M. de Chandore called them back by a gesture. He said, "So far, gentlemen, we have thought of Jacques alone. And Dionysia?" The others looked at him, full of surprise. "What am I to say if she asks me what the result of M. Magloire's interview with Jacques has been, and why you would say nothing in her presence?" Dr.
"Have you heard the news?" "No: what is it?" "Dionysia de Chandore has been to see M. de Boiscoran in prison." "Is it possible?" "Yes, indeed! Twenty people have seen her come back from there, leaning on the arm of the older Miss Lavarande. She went in at ten minutes past ten, and she did not come out till a quarter-past three." "Is the young woman mad?"
O come hither, thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus, and found at sea again. O Helicanus, down on your knees, thank the holy gods! This is Marina. Now blessings on thee, my child! Give me fresh garments, mine own Helicanus! She is not dead at Tarsus as she should have been by the savage Dionysia. She shall tell you all, when you shall kneel to her and call her your very princess.
Dionysia thought that this was something which she could do, so she accepted the position at once. It was, of course, very different work from being a princess in a royal palace but it provided her with food and shelter, and when Dionysia thought of having to marry the old king she was never sorry that she had left home. Time passed and at last there was a great feast day celebrated in the city.
O, come hither, thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus, and found at sea again. O Hellicanus, down on your knees, thank the holy gods! This is Marina. Now blessings on thee, my child! Give me fresh garments, mine own Hellicanus! She is not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been by the savage Dionysia. She shall tell you all, when you shall kneel to her, and call her your very princess.
He was ready in a moment; and, having run down the stairs, he was crossing the passage when he heard somebody call his name. He turned round, and saw Dionysia making him a sign to come into the boudoir in which she was usually sitting. He did so. Dionysia and the young advocate alone knew what a desperate venture Jacques had undertaken the night before.
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