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When Dionysia had promised three times and again embraced her old playmate and thanked her for all that she had done she sailed away in the little ship. The sea serpent disappeared into the sea. Dionysia sailed and sailed in the little ship and at last it bore her to a lovely island.
Usually, when his granddaughter had a petition, his lips might say, "No;" but his eyes always said, "Yes." "Impossible!" he repeated, and in a tone of voice which seemed to admit of no reply. Surely, in all these painful events, he had not spared himself, and he had so far done for Dionysia all that she could possibly expect of him. Her will had been his will.
"We will get him out of it," said the doctor cheerfully, as he helped the old gentleman into the carriage. But in vain did he try, during the drive, to rouse, as he called it, the spirits of his companions. His hopes found no echo in their distressed hearts. M. Folgat inquired after Dionysia, whom he had been surprised not to see at the station.
True, she could not be persuaded to make a frank confession, but he, Bias, would let his right hand wither if Hermon's companion at the Dionysia was any other than Althea. His master would own that he was right if he imagined her with black hair instead of red.
"This little ship which I have built for you," said Labismena, "will carry you far away over the sea to the kingdom of a prince who is the most charming prince in all the world. When you see him you will want to marry him above all others." "O, Labismena! How can I ever thank you for all you have done for me?" cried Dionysia.
He entered the room, and standing by the door, sharing the general excitement, he was watching by turns, Dionysia, M. de Chandore, and the two spinsters. Dionysia was then twenty years old. It could not be said that she was uncommonly beautiful; but no one could ever forget her again who had once seen her.
"Sit down, M. Mechinet," she said, "and listen to me." He put his candlestick on a table, and sat down. "You know me, don't you?" asked Dionysia. "Certainly I do, madam." "You have surely heard that I am to be married to M. de Boiscoran?" The clerk started up, as if he had been moved by a spring, beat his forehead furiously with his hand, and said, "Ah, what a fool I was! Now I see."
But I should never succeed if I had you near me, and Grandpapa Chandore, and your two aunts." Dionysia was forcibly struck by these objections, of which she had had no idea. She said nothing. "Still, suppose we might possibly escape all such dangers. What would our life be!
With such anxiety on his mind, the most cruel that can tear the heart of an ambitious man, M. Galpin found his pillow stuffed with thorns. He had been up since six o'clock. At eleven, he had sent for his clerk, Mechinet; and they had gone together to the jail to recommence the examination. It was then that the jailer had handed him the prisoner's letter for Dionysia.
"My parents! And do you think they will survive my condemnation?" "And Miss Chandore?" He shuddered, and said fiercely, "Ah! it is for her sake first of all that I ought to make an end of it. Poor Dionysia! Certainly she would grieve terribly when she heard of my suicide. But she is not twenty yet.
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