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But Monsieur Gayarre is her guardian; and if he desire you to leave, it will perhaps be wiser to do so. She may not be her own mistress entirely. Poor thing! I fear there is debt at the bottom of the mystery; and if so, she will be more a slave than any of her own people. Poor young lady!" Reigart was right. My remaining longer might add to her embarrassments. I felt satisfied of this.
The door through which Gayarre had just made his exit was visible from where we stood. I saw the Quadroon approach this with silent tread, as if meditating some design. Placing her hand upon the key, she turned it in the lock, so that the door was thus bolted inside. With what design had she doing this?
"Your remaining here any longer under the circumstances would be you can judge for yourself, sir would be, in fact, a thing that would be talked about in the neighbourhood in fact, considered highly improper." "Hold, Monsieur Gayarre! I am old enough not to require lessons in etiquette from you, sir." "I beg pardon, sir.
Under this belief I boldly came out with the information. She seemed astounded, and clasping her hands, remained for some moments in an attitude of mute agony. At length she cried out "Gayarre Gayarre! it is you, Monsieur Gayarre! Oh! mon Dieu! mon Dieu! Where is my father? where is Antoine? God have mercy upon me!" The expression of grief upon her lovely countenance went to my heart.
The long, sharp trilling of electric bells announced that the second act was about to begin. Everybody began crowding back into the theater; and now, in the solitude of the foyer, the bust of Gayarre seemed higher. Don Manuel exclaimed: "Come along with me. I'll introduce you to Alicia."
I felt a hope, however, that it was but one of the little stratagems of love: a species of deceit I could easily pardon. It seemed to produce a pleasant effect on Gayarre, for all at once his voice changed to a lighter and gayer tone. "You a slave, beautiful Aurore! No, in my eyes you are a queen, Aurore. Slave! It is your fault if you remain so.
It is the serpent! here help help! Water! water! I am choking. No, Gayarre is! I have him now! Again it is the serpent! O God! it coils around my throat it strangles me! Help! Aurore! lovely Aurore! do not yield to him!" "I will die rather than yield!" "I thought so, noble girl! I come to release you! How she struggles in his grasp! Fiend! off off, fiend! Aurore, you are free free!
Abashed, feeling himself wholly out of place, young Darlés self-consciously strolled over to look at a bust of Gayarre a bronze bust that showed the man with short, up-tossed hair. Its energy made one think of Othello. Quite at once, a hand dropped familiarly on Darlés' shoulder. The young man turned. "Don Manuel! You? What a surprise!"
"Is Monsieur Gayarre present?" inquired the justice. The voice again replied in the affirmative, and the fox-like face of the avocat now presented itself in front of the rostrum. "Monsieur Dominique Gayarre," said the magistrate, recognising him, "what is the charge you bring against the prisoner? State it in full and upon oath."
"Monsieur," said I, advancing and confronting him, "I have yet to learn that the house of Mademoiselle Besancon is the property of Monsieur Dominique Gayarre. If it were so, I would be less disposed to respect the sanctity of its roof. You, Sir, have not respected it. You have acted infamously towards this young girl this young lady, for she merits the title as much as the best blood in your land.
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