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Percy Parrott, who had arrived early to give his unsolicited aid to the deputy-sheriff. The Colt's automatic was easily identified as Dubois's gun, and two shells were missing. "A pretty rough piece of work," commented Dr. Harpe as she looked at the empty chambers. "As raw as they make it," agreed the Dago Duke for once. "Don't run away, Dago," said the sheriff, "I may want you."
I asked Lebel after the ambassador, and how long he had been at Lausanne. He replied, with a polite and respectful air, that his master was quite well, and that he had come to Lausanne on business, and had only been there a few hours; and that, wishing to pay his regards to Madame Dubois's mother, he had been pleasantly surprised to see the daughter there as well.
I shall not be ungrateful." I spent a weary night as I had expected, for anger, the mother of vengeance, always made me sleepless, while sudden happiness had sometimes the same effect. I rang for Le Duc early in the morning, but, instead of him, Madame Dubois's ugly little attendant came, and told me that my man was ill, and that the housekeeper would bring me my chocolate.
With every word she grew less and less like the Mrs. De Peyster of M. Dubois's masterpiece. At the close of the long narrative, made longer by frequent outbursts of misery, she could have posed for a masterpiece of humiliation. "It's all been bad enough," she moaned at the end; "what's happened is all bad enough, but think what's yet to come! It's all coming out!
Joe, of course, was still absent; and though I was never more in need of food, my larder was empty. I would not go to Dubois's and encounter Follet and Ching Po. Perhaps Madame Maür would give me a sandwich. I wanted desperately to have done with the whole sordid business; and had there been food prepared for me at home, I think I should have barricaded myself there.
"You can't criticise him to me, Mr. Dubois! I won't listen. If I have been fool enough to misunderstand his kindness that's my fault, not his." Dubois's eyes became suddenly inscrutable. After a moment's silence he said quietly "You love heem, I think. Zat iss too bad for you. What you do now, Mees Teesdale? Where you go?"
Dubois's self-conscious, ingratiating smile did not fade because she drew her arched eyebrows together in a slight frown. It took more than an unwelcoming face to divert the obstinate old Frenchman from any purpose firmly fixed in his mind. "Ha I am ver' glad to find you alone, Mees Teesdale, I lak have leetle talk with you." There was a purposeful look behind his set smile of agreeableness.
Wonder how she'll enjoy spending her honeymoon about forty feet from Dubois's shearing-pens," she sniggered. "Well, no matter what comes up in the future, I've settled her; she's out of the way for good and all, and I've kept my word she'll never marry Ogden Van Lennop!" Yet she was aware that there was hollowness in her triumph that it was marred by a nameless fear which she refused to admit.
A few weeks after Jeanne's return to the inn there appeared in the family a new and by no means insignificant member. This was the young Victorine Dubois, who was a daughter, they said, of Victor Dubois's son Jean, the twin brother of Jeanne. He had gone to Montreal many years ago, and had been moderately prosperous there as a wine-seller in a small way.
Will you never care again for any of these fine ladies? and her brilliant eyes drew down Dick's lips, and when they entered a tunnel the temptation to repeat the kiss was great, but owing to Dubois's attempt to light matches it ended in failure.
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