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Corbet's gentle voice asked, in great curiosity, where Ellenor was going at this time of night. "To Les Brandons, on Pleinmont," said Jean bluntly. "We didn't like it. But as for me, I've not got the heart to refuse her nothing, since we nearly lost her with the small-pox poor child!" The women echoed his deep sigh: and Perrin said quickly, "Look here! I'm off to Les Brandons too!
This one is silk, and what more do you want?" "It's the colour I don't like! Scarlet for a day like this! You ought to be in white." But Ellenor only laughed at him. Not she give up her scarlet gown made of silk that Dominic had given her one night in the Haunted House!
Jean and Perrin lingered to watch the splendid action of Le Mierre, as, once more, he led the line of animals: but Ellenor walked on and never even glanced to see if Blaisette were still in the field. She did not wait for the men and kept a little ahead of them as she mounted the cliff to the moorland above. Her head was bent, her arms hung down listlessly.
But Perrin's threats of appeal to the Royal Court awed him into a promise to give out money to pay for the expenses of his wife's illness. Corbet, himself utterly fearless of disease, frightened the drunkard into further dread of the house: and Ellenor had it all her own way. But it was of no avail.
And he must be on pretty good terms with Le Mierre to play off such a joke with him, eh, Perrin!" "I can't say, mother, I'm sure, and, in case even he is good friends with the devil, it's all the worse for the girl that loves him." "Bah! I've no patience with Ellenor. Le Mierre is a bad man. She knows that as well as you and me do, and yet ... she loves him. Well, well, women are poor fools.
It's as good as if she was his wife now you've seen the cart taking the linen to Orvillière. Don't be vexed with me. It's for your good I speak. You know how I love you, Ellenor." "Bah, who cares for your love! I was a fool to tell you the amusing thing I've seen. And I tell you, once more, he don't love Blaisette Simon." "Well, have it your own way! I've nothing more to say about the marriage.
He pictured the moment when he would say, taking out his watch, "Now, mother, now, Ellenor, it is time for us to go home." He would light the lantern, and with those two women, so dear, so precious, he would return to this very cottage, henceforth to be a palace to him, since Ellenor, his queen, would be his wife. He would deal so tenderly with her, for she had suffered much, his poor Ellenor!
"Saluez, messieurs et dames, Ah! mon beau laurier!" and all the company then shouted in chorus "Entr'embrassez-vous par le jeu d'amourette, Entr'embrassez-vous par le jeu d'amour." But it is certain Ellenor would not have dared to choose the bridegroom had he not been half drunk. Perrin Corbet, a sober man himself, looked on in disgust; and glanced at Blaisette to see how she took it.
When Blaisette came, in the glory of a new gown and a pink sunbonnet, it seemed to Ellenor that life was harder than she could bear, for she was shut out from the Grand Plough. Her father had not been asked to help, he was too much beneath the rank of Le Mierre; therefore no excuse could be framed to admit her into the enchanted field.
When he was quite close, she turned round, and he saw that she had been crying. On the grave she had put a rude cross of immortelles. "Ellenor," he said quietly, "I did not expect to see you. I thought you were yet in Sark." "I came back this morning by the early cutter. I was longing to get back home." "And we have been longing for you to come back! It is kind of you to put flowers here.
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