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Updated: June 13, 2025
Such was the association of seasons in Guida's mind until one day of a certain year, when for a few hours a man had called her his wife, and then had sailed away. There was no log that might thereafter record the days and weeks unwinding the coils of an endless chain into that sea whither Philip had gone. Letters she had had, two letters, one in January, one in March.
Pity, while it deepened Carterette's tenderness, lessened the gap between them. Perhaps something of this passed through Guida's mind, and the deep pride and courage of her nature came to her assistance. She withdrew her hands and mechanically smoothed back her hair, then, as Carterette sat watching her, folded up the sewing and put it in the work-basket hanging on the wall.
If it had been a question of giving up Guida or giving up the duchy of Bercy if that had been put before him as the sole alternative, he would have decided as quickly in Guida's favour as he did when he thought it was a question between the duchy and the navy. The straightforward issue of Guida or the duchy he had not been called upon to face.
She tried to find words in which to tell Guida the truth, but, stopping in despair, she suddenly began rocking the child back and forth, saying only: "Prince Admiral he and now to come! O my good O my good!" Guida's sharp intuition found the truth. "Philip d'Avranche!" she said to herself. Then aloud, in a shaking voice "Philip d'Avranche!" She could not think clearly for a moment.
If it had been a question of giving up Guida or giving up the duchy of Bercy if that had been put before him as the sole alternative, he would have decided as quickly in Guida's favour as he did when he thought it was a question between the duchy and the navy. The straightforward issue of Guida or the duchy he had not been called upon to face.
Humiliated, overwhelmed by the words of the woman, Philip turned mechanically towards the door without a word, and his fingers fumbled for the latch, for a mist was before his eyes. With a great effort he recovered himself, and passed slowly out into the Rue d'Egypte. "A child a child!" he said brokenly. "Guida's child my God! And I have never known. Plemont Plemont, she is at Plemont!"
Humiliated, overwhelmed by the words of the woman, Philip turned mechanically towards the door without a word, and his fingers fumbled for the latch, for a mist was before his eyes. With a great effort he recovered himself, and passed slowly out into the Rue d'Egypte. "A child a child!" he said brokenly. "Guida's child my God! And I have never known. Plemont Plemont, she is at Plemont!"
He had no idea that Guida's descent from the noble de Mauprats of Chambery would weigh with the Duke, who would only see in her some apple-cheeked peasant stumbling over her court train.
Guida got to her feet now and stood looking dazedly at the parchment in her hand. The child, feeling himself neglected, ran out into the garden. There was moisture in Guida's eyes as she presently said: "I had not thought that any man could be so noble no, not even you." "You should not doubt yourself so," he answered meaningly. "I am the work of your hands.
Nanningia, take it not so to heart, my couzaine; thou shalt have love enough in the world.... Ah, grand doux d'la vie, but I could kill him!" she added under her breath, and she rubbed Guida's hands still, and looked frankly, generously into her eyes. Yet, try as she would in that supreme moment, Carterette could not feel all she once felt concerning Guida.
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