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"Very pretty," he remarked, looking round the room without appearing to care for anything in it, except the prints. Francine was bent on fascinating him. She raised her eyebrows and lifted her hands, in playful remonstrance. "Do remember it's my room," she said, "and take some little interest in it, for my sake!" "What do you want me to say?" he asked. "Come and sit down by me."
When they reached their own chamber Francine wrung her hands and tossed her arms, as she looked at her mistress, saying: "Ah, Marie, what a crowd of things in a moment of time! who but you would have such adventures?" Mademoiselle de Verneuil sprang forward and clasped Francine round the neck. "Ah! this is life indeed I am in heaven!" "Or hell," retorted Francine.
All very well in winter; but in summer I have heard of girls in this school so out of health in the relaxing atmosphere that they have been sent home again." Francine suddenly showed an interest in what he was saying. If he had cared to observe her closely, he might have noticed it. "Do you mean that the girls were really ill?" she asked. "No.
"How do you like the clergyman?" he asked. "Very much indeed," she replied, without the slightest embarrassment. "Mr. Mirabel is clever and agreeable and not at all spoiled by his success. I am sure," she said innocently, "you will like him too." Alban's face answered her unmistakably in the negative sense but Emily's attention was drawn the other way by Francine.
"When you mention the name of this Fanfar, you have tears in your eyes." Irène buried her face on her friend's shoulder: "I love him!" she whispered, "and I love you as if you were my sister!" The two young girls embraced each other tenderly. "But where is he?" said Francine, disengaging herself, "I wish to see him." Irène started.
"But isn't it true?" asked Francine. "It may be true, my dear; but nobody knows. Emily hasn't breathed a word about it to any of us. And Mr. Morris keeps his own secret. Now and then we catch him looking at her and we draw our own conclusions." "Did you meet Emily on your way here?" "Yes, and she passed without speaking to me." "Thinking perhaps of Mr. Morris." Cecilia shook her head.
I supposed she had gone to her bedroom; I had no idea she was in the grounds." In this false statement there was mingled a grain of truth. It was true that Francine believed Mrs. Ellmother to have taken refuge in her room for she had examined the room.
"I was afraid," she said, smiling, "but now " Just then her terrified maid cried out: "Marie, take care!" But as she said the words, Francine, who was springing from the carriage, felt herself grasped by a strong hand. The sudden weight of that enormous hand made her shriek violently; she turned, and was instantly silenced on recognizing Marche-a-Terre.
"Ah! you are telling me nothing, cruel girl! Holy Virgin!" added Francine, raising her eyes in distress to heaven; "to whom will she confess herself if she denies the truth to me?" "Francine," said the lady, in a grave tone, "I can't explain to you my present enterprise; it is horrible." "Why do wrong when you know it to be wrong?" "How can I help it?
"As they cannot lure me to Cheyenne, they may strike at me, even here, and so, before your return. I've left you the little I have. Should aught befall me, you are my sole heir, and the old matter would go to you. Punish Hugh, follow up and defeat Ferris, and win my birthright for Francine Delacroix. Make her your happy wife. We made a mistake, Jack.
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