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Whereupon everybody laughed, and Nita hugged Roberta and assured her that there was no way out of it. "Somebody go and get Janet's costume," she ordered, "and any one who has a spare minute can be fitting it over. We shall have to have an extra rehearsal to-morrow of the parts where Ermengarde comes in. Go on now, Sara. Use Lucile's muff for the monkey."
They are part of the train of the Constable de Lacy, who left them to watch around the castle, thinking there might be danger from robbers." "Robbers," said Ermengarde, "have never harmed the house of Baldringham, since a Norman robber stole from it its best treasure in the person of thy grandmother And so, poor bird, thou art already captive unhappy flutterer!
She was half laughing, but there was a touch of mysterious hope in her eyes which fascinated Ermengarde, though she had not the remotest idea what it meant, or whom it was she wanted to "catch," or why she wanted to catch her. Whatsoever she meant, Ermengarde was sure it was something delightfully exciting. So, quite thrilled with expectation, she followed her on tiptoe along the passage.
"I never cared about Mary, Queen of Scots, before, and I always hated the French Revolution, but you make it seem like a story." "It is a story," Sara would answer. "They are all stories. Everything is a story everything in this world. You are a story I am a story Miss Minchin is a story. You can make a story out of anything." "I can't," said Ermengarde. Sara stared at her a minute reflectively.
"If you'll do that," she said, "and if you'll make me remember, I'll give you I'll give you some money." "I don't want your money," said Sara. "I want your books I want them." And her eyes grew big and queer, and her chest heaved once. "Take them, then," said Ermengarde; "I wish I wanted them, but I am not clever, and my father is, and he thinks I ought to be."
Sara was sent on errands in all weathers, and scolded and driven hither and thither; she was scarcely allowed to speak to Ermengarde and Lottie; Lavinia sneered at the increasing shabbiness of her clothes; and the other girls stared curiously at her when she appeared in the schoolroom. But what did it all matter while she was living in this wonderful mysterious story?
"I can speak it because I have heard it all my life," she answered. "You could speak it if you had always heard it." "Oh, no, I couldn't," said Ermengarde. "I NEVER could speak it!" "Why?" inquired Sara, curiously. Ermengarde shook her head so that the pigtail wobbled. "You heard me just now," she said. "I'm always like that. I can't SAY the words. They're so queer."
Guarine laughed, and shrugged his shoulders. "True it is," he said, "when women are in place, discipline is in danger." He then went to make the necessary inquiries among his band, and returned with the assurance, that his soldiers, generally and severally, denied having approached the mansion of the Lady Ermengarde on the preceding night.
She was so wonderful and different from anyone else. Presently, she lifted her face and shook back her black locks, with a queer little smile. "If I go on talking and talking," she said, "and telling you things about pretending, I shall bear it better. You don't forget, but you bear it better." Ermengarde did not know why a lump came into her throat and her eyes felt as if tears were in them.
The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage. "It makes me feel as if someone had hit me," Sara had told Ermengarde once in confidence. "And as if I want to hit back. I have to remember things quickly to keep from saying something ill-tempered." She had to remember things quickly when she laid her book on the window-seat and jumped down from her comfortable corner.
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