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Updated: May 7, 2025
To-night, he was the politician the conspirator quick of eye, curt of speech. He held out his hand for the letter. "You are to read it, as Monsieur le Marquis instructs me, Monsieur Albert," hazarded the Abbe, touching the breast pocket of his soutane, where Monsieur de Gemosac's letter lay hidden, "to those assembled."
He had not sought this opportunity, because, being a wise as well as a just man, he was not quite sure that he knew what the best would be. He shook hands gravely with the strangers, and by his manner seemed to indicate his comprehension of Monsieur de Gemosac's well-turned phrases of welcome.
"You understand," he went on to explain, as if urged thereto by the fixed glance of the clear blue eye "you understand, it is none of my business. I am only here as the Marquis de Gemosac's friend. Know him in his own country, where I live most of the time." Clubbe nodded.
"But no heart?" she answered in an undertone, under cover of her father's endless talk to Colville and with a glance which Barebone could not understand. In a few minutes Dormer Colville pronounced himself ready to go, and refused to waste further precious minutes in response to Monsieur de Gemosac's offers of hospitality.
Are we children, Monsieur, to be deceived by a tale of a sudden softness of heart? They wished to spare this child the pain! Had they ever spared any one pain the National Assembly?" And the Marquis de Gemosac's laugh rang with a hatred which must, it seems, outlive the possibility of revenge. "There was to be a public funeral. Such a ceremony would have been of incalculable value at that time.
"But no heart?" she answered in an undertone, under cover of her father's endless talk to Colville and with a glance which Barebone could not understand. In a few minutes Dormer Colville pronounced himself ready to go, and refused to waste further precious minutes in response to Monsieur de Gemosac's offers of hospitality.
Madame de Chantonnay approved in one gesture of her stout hand of these principles and of the Marquis de Gemosac's masterly demonstration of them. "And Monsieur de Bourbon did he accept these conditions?" "He seemed to, Madame. He seemed content to do so," replied the Marquis, tapping his snuff-box and avoiding the lady's eye. "And Juliette?" inquired Madame, with a sidelong glance.
He had not sought this opportunity, because, being a wise as well as a just man, he was not quite sure that he knew what the best would be. He shook hands gravely with the strangers, and by his manner seemed to indicate his comprehension of Monsieur de Gemosac's well-turned phrases of welcome.
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