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Finally Jean unburdened his mind to his friend and talked with him of Ellenor's infatuation for Dominic. Would it be that she had drowned herself to be rid of the torture of her life? Perrin was haunted perpetually by this idea: it was with him by day and by night.
Was this sad gentle voice in reality Ellenor's? Was this nestling hand hers? Did it really creep through his arm? "My girl, we must not dictate to God about what He does! I confess I don't understand half He lets happen to us. But I couldn't question it." "Poor Perrin!" she went on softly, "to care for me, of all the girls in the two parishes." "I wouldn't change you for the Queen on her throne?"
"But we can't go on yet!" exclaimed the eldest of the group, "we are waiting for little Marie, she stopped to tie up her shoe. Ah, there she is!" Perrin looked up and saw that Ellenor had lifted little Marie in her arms and was bringing her to the other children. The golden haired baby nestled her head against the girl's breast: and her chubby arm was thrown round Ellenor's neck.
Ellenor's duty was to take fresh relays of cake and wine into the best parlour: and towards the end of the afternoon, when it was dusk, and the lamps were not yet lit, she entered the room suddenly, intent on business. There were only two people seated by the fire. One was Blaisette, a vision of dainty prettiness in a new blue gown; the other was Dominic Le Mierre. He held the girl's hand in his.
She explained, carelessly, that indeed she would not make herself a fright before all the countryside; and if the gown was spoilt, well, it couldn't be helped. Her parents said nothing, for Ellenor's temper was more uncertain than ever, and they dreaded an outbreak; but Mrs. Cartier had her suspicions.
Cartier made her usual futile remark that "one never knew what the girl would do next," and whined and canted about the matter for days together. Jean was very angry at Ellenor's want of proper pride in thrusting herself where she was not considered good enough to enter; but neither parent guessed at the real state of affairs.
And of course we know it's dreadful bad luck, poor girl! It's certain there'll be something happen before the year is out." A gleam of joy lit up Ellenor's pale face. "Come along, Perrin, let's be off to Orvillière there's not too much time before dinner." Corbet looked at her doubtfully. "But, aren't you going to put on a different gown?" "And, pray, impudant, why, I'd like to know!
He had said, a few moments ago to Ellenor Cartier, the girl on the stairs, that he detested the veilles, but that he was bound to be present, as master of Orvillière Farm. He had added, moreover, a remark that had flooded Ellenor's heart with the joy that had caused her to creep away by herself into the darkness.
But nobody likes to give him up to the constables, except me, and I've settled it that I'll tell what he is after. He deserves it, the way he treats you. And it will be a fine way of disgracing him. I'll risk that he'll bewitch me." A dead silence followed his words. Then Ellenor's hand stole into his, and Ellenor's voice said softly, "Perrin, is it you love me yet?"
A dead silence was at last broken by Ellenor's husky words. "How do you know he's mixed up with smugglers?" "Listen to my tale this time," he said, "but it isn't at all amusing. One night I was off the point of the cliffs below the Haunted House. I was in my boat, fishing for bream. It was full moon, but me and my boat were in shadow. None could see us.
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