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The nation's danger, his hatred of aristocracy, whose partisans threatened to convulse so large a section of country, his desire to avenge his murdered friends, revived in the old veteran the fire of his youth. "So this is the life I craved," exclaimed Mademoiselle de Verneuil, when she was left alone with Francine. "No matter how fast the hours go, they are to me like centuries of thought."
"Oh, M'sieur, it's all over; I swear it!" Francine cried in protest. "But I loved him well, and he loved me oh, how he loved me, M'sieur le Comte! Pardon, M'sieur, but at that time I didn't think of being a comtesse, M'sieur le Comte. And when M'sieur spoke to me, I didn't know what to do.
Ellmother has gone away without bidding me good-by?" "She was probably afraid, Miss de Sor, that you might make her the victim of another joke." Francine eyed him steadily. "Have you any particular reason for speaking to me in that way?" "I am not aware that I have answered you rudely if that is what you mean." "That is not what I mean. You seem to have taken a dislike to me.
In the interval, Sir Jervis had received two applications for the vacant place. They were both from old ladies and he declined to employ them." "Because they were old," Francine suggested maliciously. "You shall hear him give his own reasons, my dear. Papa sent me an extract from his letter. Let us have a young one to cheer us.
Evidently one of the most frequent guests of my delicate Francine was the interpreter of Cosmos in Strasburg, the white-bearded mystifier of the champagne-cellar, the finest singing-voice in Épernay. Toward ten o'clock, as I paced the little grove called the Oak Wood, I saw at the miniature lake four persons, who were regaining the bank after trying to detach the little boat moored by the shore.
'Francine will never get on at school, at her age. Try her, by all means; but make some other arrangement with Miss Ladd in case of a failure or she will be returned on our hands like a bad shilling. There is my mother, my anxious, affectionate mother, hit off to a T." "She is your mother, Francine; don't forget that." "Oh, no; I won't forget it. My cat is my kitten's mother there! there!
Ellmother against the pitiless curiosity of Francine. "Do you think you and that young lady are likely to get on well together?" she asked. "I have told you already, Miss Emily, I want to get away from my own home and my own thoughts; I don't care where I go, so long as I do that." Having answered in those words, Mrs. Ellmother opened the door, and waited a while, thinking.
And then Clayton sadly remembered that he depended only on Jack Witherspoon's mere hearsay for any proofs of wrong-doing. "Yes! I've only Jack's eagerness to marry that dainty Francine Delacroix to thank for my fortune if I ever get it. A woman whom I never have seen decides my whole destiny, while I would give my life up, my last drop of blood, for Irma!" Ah!
"Virtue is a very good thing," she said, "but it neither feeds you nor clothes you. And it is rather a hard thing to starve and be cold when you are young, and then die in a hospital when you grow old. If a girl only realized this, she would never refuse what a nice young fellow offered!" Francine started up with a burning face. "What are you saying?" she cried. "But I do not wish to understand.
"You have got company with you," she said to Emily. "I had better go away, and come back another time." Francine stopped her before she could open the door. "You mustn't go away; I wish to speak to you." "About what, miss?"
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