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He had broken the seal of the letter, but he still questioned. "She is in the house? She is visible?" "I don't think she expected you this morning," the old waiting-woman replied. "She was to leave immediately." "Where is she going?" "To Fleurieres." "To Fleurieres? But surely I can see her?" Mrs. Bread hesitated a moment, and then clasping together her two hands, "I will take you!" she said.
Valentin asked. And then, in a moment, "Didn't you bring me any message from her?" His eyes rested upon Newman's with a certain soft keenness. "I didn't see her after I got your telegram," said Newman. "I wrote to her." "And she sent you no answer?" Newman was obliged to reply that Madame de Cintre had left Paris. "She went yesterday to Fleurieres." "Yesterday to Fleurieres?
He walked with her back to the chateau; the curfew had tolled for the laborious villagers of Fleurieres, and the street was unlighted and empty. She promised him that he should have the marquis's manuscript in half an hour. Mrs.
He feared that Madame de Cintre was irretrievably lost; and yet, as he would have said himself, he didn't see his way clear to giving her up. He found it impossible to turn his back upon Fleurieres and its inhabitants; it seemed to him that some germ of hope or reparation must lurk there somewhere, if he could only stretch his arm out far enough to pluck it.
"And my mother and my brother will they come? Are they at Fleurieres?" "They were in Paris, but I didn't see them, either," Newman answered. "If they received your telegram in time, they will have started this morning. Otherwise they will be obliged to wait for the night-express, and they will arrive at the same hour as I did." "They won't thank me they won't thank me," Valentin murmured.
The journey took him far southward, through green Touraine and across the far-shining Loire, into a country where the early spring deepened about him as he went. But he had never made a journey during which he heeded less what he would have called the lay of the land. He obtained lodging at the inn at Poitiers, and the next morning drove in a couple of hours to the village of Fleurieres.
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