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"Oh, wouldn't it!" said Jeanne, clapping her hands. "How I do wish we could! You might tell Dudu to take us, Chéri. Perhaps it's a fairy palace really, though it only looks like a picture, and if Dudu's a fairy, he might know about it." "I'll ask him if I get a chance," said Hugh.
Not if he knew it: even Death should not have a little woman he meant to be good to. And as he remembered all her faithfulness to him during these weary weeks of pain, he thought, "By Jove! beauty's not all, for no woman, had her face been like that of Phryne of Thebes, or her charms as entrancing as the bewitching Dudu's, could have been more lovely in her kindness to me.
Sometimes we are far away when those beside us think us close to them." "Yes," said Hugh, looking up suddenly, "that is true, Marcelline." What she said made him remember Dudu's remark about Jeanne the night before, that she was far, far away, and he began to feel that Marcelline understood much that she seldom alluded to. But Jeanne took it up differently.
It was only for half a moment, however, that the idea of crying came over him. "I'm very glad poor little Jeanne isn't here," he said to himself by way of keeping up his own courage; "she would have been afraid. But as I'm a boy it doesn't matter. I'll just try to find my way all the same. I suppose it's some trick of that Dudu's."
"Yes, do," said Jeanne, "though I don't know that it would be much good. Dudu's dreadfully tricky." She had not told Hugh of the trick the raven had played her, though why she had not done so she could hardly have explained.
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