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He was nearly forty, but he looked older; gray hairs tinged his finely modelled head. His face was shaven, and with the bulging brow and full jaw he was more of the German or Belgian than French. Black hair thrown off his broad forehead accented this resemblance; a composer rather than a prose-poet and dramatist, was the rapid verdict of Ermentrude.
"Charlie, Charlie will be here some time next week. He arrives at Havre. He has just cabled his father. Let us go down to meet the boy." Charlie was the only son of the Sheldams and fonder of his cousin than she dare tell herself. She burst into tears, which greatly pleased her aunt. In the train, eight days later, Ermentrude sat speechless in company with her aunt and uncle.
He never sounded his soul for an answer to this question; but when he rose, the paper was still blank. The letter had not been written. "I do not like secrecy." "Only for a little while, Ermentrude. My mother is difficult. I would prepare her." "And Uncle!" "What of Uncle?" "He made me take an oath to-day." "An oath?" "That I would not leave him while he lived." "And you could do that?"
These foreign celebrities were well enough in their way, but ! And now Ermentrude, instead of looking Octave Kéroulan in the face, preferred the vista of the pale blue sky, awash with a scattered, fleecy white cloud, the rolling edges of which echoed the dazzling sunshine.
And he tells her the way they make up to him when he meets them in society." Ermentrude shivered. The princess also! And with all her warning about the Superman! Now she understood. Then she took the hand of Mrs. Sheldam, and, stroking it, whispered: "Auntie, I'm so glad I am going to Havre, going to see Charlie soon." The lids of her eyes were wet. Mrs. Sheldam had never been so motherly.
Would it not have been better if the avalanche had overwhelmed them? She almost thought so, till bending, he murmured in her ear: "I shall follow you soon. Did you think I could go on living without you?" "Why so thoughtful, Ermentrude? You are not quite yourself to-day?" "Uncle is very ill. The doctors say that he may not live a month." "And does that grieve you?"
He must take time to think. His heart clamors loudly for its rights; he is only twenty-six and in a rush of feeling which should have been his salvation, he turned toward that nest among the flowers where help was to be had if help was to come at all in this crisis of conflicting passions. The hour was noon, one which he had never chosen before for a visit to Ermentrude. Would he find her in?
XVI Officer Rudd. XVII Tommy Evans, boy scout. Did not lose his game. Went to the field after lunching on pie at a bakery. XVIII Mrs. Nathaniel Lord, wealthy widow, living at the St. Regis. XIX Mrs. Ermentrude Taylor. XX Henry Abbott, Columbia student, good-hearted and reliable, but living in a world of his own to such an extent as to make him the butt of his fellow students.
"Ermentrude, when you send me this little shoe See, I will leave one on and give you the other, I shall know that you are coming, or that you want the child. My life is yours as I once promised, and do you think I would hold back the child?" And again their hands met as once before, in that strong clasp, which means: "Trust me to the death and beyond it."
"You may drive me from the castle I only long to be away from it; but I cannot stain my soul by saying that spoil and rapine are the deeds of a true knight." "My mother will beat you," cried Ermentrude, passionately, ready to fly to the head of the stairs; but her brother laid his hand upon her. "Tush, Trudchen; keep thy tongue still, child! What does it hurt me?"
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