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"If she is out of place," Francine went on, "she may be just the sort of person I am looking for." "You?" Emily asked, in astonishment. Francine refused to explain until she got an answer to her question. "Tell me first," she said, "is Mrs. Ellmother engaged?" "No; she wants an engagement, and she asks me to be her reference."
Ought he to allow his opinion to be influenced by this circumstance? or ought he to follow Emily's prudent example, and suspend judgment until he knew a little more of Francine? "Is any day fixed for your return to London?" he asked. "Not yet," she said; "I hardly know how long my visit will be."
There were rooms unoccupied, even when the limit assigned to the number of pupils had been reached. On the re-opening of the school, Francine was offered her choice between two rooms on one of the upper stories, and two rooms on the ground floor. She chose these last. Her sitting-room and bedroom, situated at the back of the house, communicated with each other.
And he put his arm around her. "Help!" cried Francine. "Help!" At the same moment, Frederic received a tremendous blow from Montferrand. The Vicomte snatched a knife from the table, and the two men engaged in a hand to hand contest. Francine was so terrified that she could not move. Why had not Aubé heard this noise? We will return to the lower floor.
"She is very handsome," exclaimed another, who was a priest. "Yes," replied the first; "but how pale and agitated " "And beside herself," said the third; "she did not even see us." At the door of her own room Mademoiselle de Verneuil saw the smiling face of Francine, who whispered to her: "He is here, Marie."
"I daren't touch you," added Marche-a-Terre, putting out his big hand nevertheless, as if to weigh the gold chain which hung round her neck and below her waist. "You had better not, Pierre," replied Francine, inspired by the instinct which makes a woman despotic when not oppressed.
If he had been less absorbed in his own interests, he might have remembered that mere gossip is not always to be despised. It has worked fatal mischief in its time. "You're surprised to see me, of course?" Saluting Emily in those terms, Francine looked round the parlor with an air of satirical curiosity. "Dear me, what a little place to live in!" "What brings you to London?" Emily inquired.
"I shall look forward with pleasure to my lessons under such an artist as yourself," she went on, and waited again, and was disappointed again. "Perhaps," she resumed, "I may become your favorite pupil Who knows?" "Who indeed!" It was not much to say, when he spoke at last but it was enough to encourage Francine. She called him "dear Mr.
He added a gesture which was like a horrible commentary to his words. Though the rotundity of the landlord prevented Francine from seeing the stranger, who stood behind him, she caught certain words of his threatening speech, and was thunderstruck at hearing the hoarse tones of a Breton voice.
Emily's generous nature passed over the cruel persistency that had tortured her. "No no; I have nothing to forgive. It isn't your fault. Other girls have not mothers and brothers and sisters and get reconciled to such a loss as mine. Don't make excuses." "Yes, but I want you to know that I feel for you," Francine insisted, without the slightest approach to sympathy in face, voice, or manner.
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