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Updated: May 8, 2025
The equally amusing work of cutting up the bride-cake revealed Richard de Clare in possession of the ring, supposed to indicate approaching matrimony, Marie of the silver penny which denoted riches, and Doucebelle of the thimble which doomed her to celibacy. "There, now! 'Tis as plain to be seen as the church spire!" said Eva, clapping her hands.
"What wouldst thou do for me, if I had rescued thee from a burning house, and lost my own life in the doing of it?" "I could do nothing," said Doucebelle, feeling rather puzzled. "Wouldst thou love or hate me?" "O Father! can there be any question?"
If he were to call her `honey-sweet Eva' to-day, and only `sweet Eva' to-morrow, she would be positive there was some shocking reason for it, instead of, like a sensible girl, never thinking about it in that way at all." Beatrice and Doucebelle were both laughing, and even Margaret joined in a little.
"Yes, Sir Richard is married to " "No! Don't tell me to whom. I am afraid I should hate her. And I do not want to do that." Doucebelle was silent. "Was it his doing," asked Margaret in a low voice, "or did the Lord King order it?" "Oh, it was the Lord King's doing, entirely, the Lady says." "O Dulcie!
"Yes, for the beloved one," replied Eva, warmly. "For all," answered Beatrice. "That is a narrow heart which will hold but one person." "Well, I would rather be loved with the whole of a narrow heart than with a piece of a broad one." "O Eva!" "What dost thou mean, Doucebelle?" said Eva, sharply, turning on her new assailant. "Indeed I would!
"I wish, Doucebelle, thou wouldst have more consideration for people's feelings!" said Eva in a querulous tone, smoothing the petals of her flowers. "I am sure, whenever I look at a bouquet for the next twelvemonth, I shall think of this. I cannot help it things do take such hold of me! And just think, how easily all that might be avoided!" "I beg thy pardon, Eva.
To her great surprise, the girl caught up her work and went on with it hastily. Doucebelle, watching her with deep yet concealed interest, fancied she saw tears glistening on the samite. "Really, I never you put it so seriously, Brother Bruno! I never looked at the matter in that way. I did not think " and Father Nicholas came to a full stop.
"Hid faces," Doucebelle heard her murmur. It was probably, she thought, some reminiscence connected with the tumults which had brought her to seek shelter at the Castle. Doucebelle drew the coverlet higher over the weary sleeper, and went to seek rest in her own bed. "I love but one, and only one, O Damon, thou art he; Love thou but one, and only one, And let that one be me."
"Beatrice, Richard is here. I know I heard his voice. Bring him to me." "God has told her," said Bruno, in an undertone, as he left the room, with a sign to Beatrice and Doucebelle to follow. They stood in the ante-chamber, minute after minute, but no sound came through the closed door. Half an hour passed in total silence. At last Bruno said "I think some one should go in."
"What didst thou say, Eva?" "I believe I said, good Father, that I cared not for the love of any that did not hold me first and best. Nor do I." "`Love seeketh not her own," said Bruno. "That which seeks its own is not love." "What is it, Father?" modestly asked Doucebelle. "It is self-love, my daughter; the worst enemy that can be to the true love of God and man.
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