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"Guida," he cried, springing to his feet, "when you sing like that it seems to me I live in a world that has nothing to do with the sordid business of life, with my dull trade with getting the weather-gauge or sailing in triple line. You're a planet all by yourself, Mistress Guida! Are you ready to come into the garden?" "Yes, yes, in a minute," she answered.
He had always believed that Philip had wronged Guida; and long ago he would have gone in search of him gone to try the strength of his arm against this cowardly marauder, as he held him but his father's ill-health had kept him where he was, and Philip was at sea upon the nation's business. So the years had gone on until now. His brain soon cleared.
A stone could have been no colder as she stood in the light of the fire, her face still and strong, the eyes darkling, luminous. There was on her the dignity of the fearless, the pure in heart. "Guida!" Philip said, and took a step nearer, and paused. He was haggard, he had the look of one who had come upon a desperate errand.
Although his look seemed to rest but casually on her face, it was evident he was anxious to feel the effect of every word upon her, and he added: "When the Sieur de Mauprat gave me the watch he said, 'May no time be ill spent that it records for you." "Perhaps he knows his wish was fulfilled," answered Guida. "You think, then, that I've kept my promise?"
For your child's sake, for my sake come out into the great field of life with me as my wife, Guida." She turned to him frankly, she looked at him steadfastly, the colour in her face came and went, but her eyes glowed with feeling. "After all that has happened?" she asked in a low tone. "It could only be because of all that has happened," he answered.
Nothing could wipe that out, neither law nor nations. You are always Princess Guida, and your child is always Prince Guilbert d'Avranche and more than that." His voice became lower, his war-beaten face lighted with that fire and force which had made him during years past a figure in the war records of Europe.
"It contains the record of the marriage of Lieutenant Philip d'Avranche and Guida Landresse de Landresse, both of the Isle of Jersey, by special license of the Bishop of Winchester." "Precisely so, precisely so," said the little grey figure the Chevalier Orvillier du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir. Tears ran down his cheeks as he turned towards Guida, but he was smiling too.
Guida's hands were on the tiller firmly, doing Jean's bidding promptly. In all they were five. Besides Guida and Ranulph, Jean and Jean's wife, there was a young English clergyman of the parish of St. Michael's, who had come from England to fill the place of the rector for a few months. Word had been brought to him that a man was dying on the Ecrehos.
What did she mean, this woman with the exquisite face, alive with power and feeling, indignation and appeal? To what prince did she cry? for what aid? who trespassed upon her? The Bailly now stood up, a frown upon his face. He knew what scandal had said concerning Guida and Philip.
On the same day of that momentous scene in the Cohue Royale when Guida was vindicated, Detricand had carried to Granville the Comtesse Chantavoine, who presently was passed over to the loving care of her kinsman General Grandjon-Larisse. This done, he proceeded to England.
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