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Updated: June 29, 2025
Guida caught up a hanap of water from the dresser, and passed it to him. Her fingers trembled a little. His were steady enough as he took the hanap and drank off the water at a gulp. Again she filled it and again he drank. The blood was running in a tiny little stream down his cheek. She caught her handkerchief from her girdle impulsively, and gently wiped it away.
"They said wrong," replied Ranulph. "Most people would be glad of it," rejoined Guida. "My mother used to say you would be Bailly one day." "Who knows perhaps I might have been!" She looked at him half sadly, half curiously. "You you haven't any ambitions now, Maitre Ranulph?" It suddenly struck her that perhaps she was responsible for the maiming of this man's life for clearly it was maimed.
He could not shake off oppressive thoughts concerning Guida and this betrothal. They interwove themselves through all his secret business with the Royalists of Bercy. For his own part, he would have gone far and done much to shield her from injury. He had seen and known in her something higher than Philip might understand a simple womanliness, a profound depth of character.
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.
He straightway devoted himself to a thing conceived on the day that Guida was restored to her rightful status as a wife. His purpose now was to wrest from Philip the duchy of Bercy. Philip was heir by adoption only, and the inheritance had been secured at the last by help of a lie surely his was a righteous cause!
But you, Guida, you see them clearly because your heart is clear. You never make a mistake, you are always right because your mind is right." She interrupted him, a little troubled and a good deal amazed: "Oh, you mustn't, mustn't speak like that. It's not so. How can one see and learn unless one sees and knows the world? Surely one can't think wisely if one doesn't see widely?"
No good will come to you in the end, nannin-gia! When you go to die, you will think and think and think of that beautiful Guida Landresse; you will think and think of the heart you kill, and you will call, and she will not come. You will call till your throat rattle, but she will not come, and the child of sorrow you give her will not come no, bidemme!
When I landed on this islet a half-hour ago, I hated it, I hated my ship, I hated my duty, I hated everything, because I wanted to go where you were, to be with you. It was Destiny that brought us both to this place at one moment. You can't escape Destiny. It was to be that I should love you, Guida." He reached out to take her hands, but she put them behind her against the stones, and drew back.
"Guida and the child," the man said aloud, moving towards the house "Guida and the child!" He saw her and the little one before they saw him. Presently the child said: "See, maman," and pointed. Guida started. A swift flush passed over her face, then she smiled and made a step forward to meet her visitor. "Maitre Ranulph Ranulph!" she said, holding out her hand. "It's a long time since we met."
"You go out to the big apple-tree, and I'll come in a minute." The apple-tree was in the farthest corner of the large garden. Near it was the summer-house where Guida and her mother used to sit and read, Guida on the three-legged stool, her mother on the low, wide seat covered with ferns. This spot Guida used to "flourish" with flowers.
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