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Now to do this is bad living, and it is bad living which will show itself in bad talking. But I hope you see the distinction. If Mr. Agassiz comes to you on the Field day of the Essex Society, and says: "Miss Fanchon, I understand that you fell over from the steamer as you came from Portland, and had to swim half an hour before the boats reached you.
But Fanchon could only sob and whisper, "Hush, hush!" in the dim room where they sat, the windows darkened so that, after he had gone, he should not remember how red her eyes were, and the purple depths under them, and thus forget how pretty she had been at her best.
Angelique resolved to secure her silence by making her the perpetrator of whatever scheme of wickedness she might devise against the unsuspecting lady of Beaumanoir. As for Fanchon, she need know nothing more than Angelique told her as to the object of her mission to her terrible aunt.
Fanchon was the only one who knew, and as she whirled by with Will Cummings, she raised her absent glance long enough to give Tom an affectionate and warning shake of the head. Tom did not see this; Miss Carewe did. Alas! She smiled upon him instantly and looked deep into his eyes. It was the third time. She was not afraid of this man-flirt; he was to be settled with once and forever.
She saw Fanchon and Penrod assume the double embrace required by the dance; the "Slingo Sligo Slide" burst from the orchestra like the lunatic shriek of a gin-maddened nigger; and all the little couples began to bob and dip and sway. Marjorie made a scene. She sprang upon the platform and stamped her foot. "Penrod Schofield!" she shouted. "You BEHAVE yourself!"
She intended to avenge both Fanchon and herself; yet it is a hazardous game, this piercing of eye with eye, because the point which seeks to penetrate may soften and melt, leaving one defenseless.
"Well, Fanchon," she asked, in her gentle, winning voice, "what do you want?"
La Corriveau uttered this with a suppressed smile of incredulity. "Ah! I bade Fanchon tell you that in order to deceive her, not you! But you know better, La Corriveau! It was not for the sake of paltry jewels I desired you to come to the city to see me at this hour of midnight."
"When thou wast asleep I rose from my bed, and in the dark I kissed the feet of Him on the little Calvary; and I did not speak, but in my heart I called." "What didst thou call, my child?" "I called to my father: 'Come back-come back!" "Thou shouldst have called to God, my Fanchon." "I loved my father, and I called to him." "Thou shouldst love God." "I knew my father first.
"He makes me a missionary for I'll keep my word to Fanchon in that, at least! I'll look after Jefferson tonight. Ah, I might as well be old Tom Vanrevel, indeed!" Meanwhile, Mr. Carewe had taken possession of his own again. His daughter ran to the door to meet him; she was trembling a little, and, blushing and smiling, held out both her hands to him, so that Mrs.
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