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They found him witty, eager, a most charming companion; and when he announced his intention of visiting Brazzaville, they insisted he should make their home his own. His admiration, as outwardly it appeared to be, for Madame Ducret, was evident to the others, but her husband accepted it. It was her due.
To these I added five or six memorials in manuscript, and a printed one, composed by the famous Micheli Ducret, a man of considerable talents, being both learned and enlightened, but too much, perhaps, inclined to sedition, for which he was cruelly treated by the magistrates of Geneva, and lately died in the fortress of Arberg, where he had been confined many years, for being, as it was said, concerned in the conspiracy of Berne.
Then she turned her cheek. "Yes," she assented. "You must kiss me now." Everett did not rejoin the others. He led her back into the circle of light, and locked himself in his cabin. At ten the next morning, when Ducret and his wife were well advanced toward Stanley Pool, Cuthbert handed Everett a note.
In apparent agitation, she whispered, "To-morrow! To-morrow I will give you your answer." Everett did not trust her, did not release her. He regarded her jealously, with quick suspicion. To warn her that he knew she could not escape from Matadi, or from him, he said, "The train to Leopoldville does not leave for two days!" "I know!" whispered Madame Ducret soothingly.
Having been told what it contained, he did not move away, but, with his back turned, leaned upon the rail. Everett, his eyes on fire with triumph, his fingers trembling, tore open the envelope. Madame Ducret wrote that her husband and herself felt that Mr. Everett was suffering more severely from the climate than he knew.
Having been told what it contained, he did not move away, but, with his back turned, leaned upon the rail. Everett, his eyes on fire with triumph, his fingers trembling, tore open the envelope. Madame Ducret wrote that her husband and herself felt that Mr. Everett was suffering more severely from the climate than he knew.
In the morning a note from Ducret invited Everett and Cuthbert to join him in an all-day excursion to the water-fall beyond Matadi. Everett answered the note in person. The thought of seeing the woman calmed and steadied him like a dose of morphine.
To these I added five or six memorials in manuscript, and a printed one, composed by the famous Micheli Ducret, a man of considerable talents, being both learned and enlightened, but too much, perhaps, inclined to sedition, for which he was cruelly treated by the magistrates of Geneva, and lately died in the fortress of Arberg, where he had been confined many years, for being, as it was said, concerned in the conspiracy of Berne.
Then she turned her cheek. "Yes," she assented. "You must kiss me now." Everett did not rejoin the others. He led her back into the circle of light, and locked himself in his cabin. At ten the next morning, when Ducret and his wife were well advanced toward Stanley Pool, Cuthbert handed Everett a note.
This woman, then seducing and since celebrated, was the Comtesse de Sillery-Genlis, daughter of the Marquis Ducret de Saint Aubin, a gentleman of Charolais, without fortune. Her mother, who was still young and handsome, had brought her to Paris, to the house of M. de la Popelinière, a celebrated financier, whose old age she had taken captive.
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