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I endeavor to depict the pleasure that Henriette's son, if he still lives, would have in telling you that he was the guilty party, and that he did it because his mother was unhappy, as she was on the point of losing the place of a....servant, by which she lived, and because the child suffered at sight of his mother's sorrow."
"Oh, Madame!" cried Henriette in imploring accents, "if you are the mistress here, have pity on me, and order them to set me free. I ask you on my knees!" "You are still ill, my child," said Sister Genevieve tenderly, stroking Henriette's, long hair with a gentle, loving touch. "Certainly you are," confirmed the Doctor, who was just then on his way to the hospital ward.
"They don't know the real import of what they say." He hugged this sentence with satisfaction. "They are like the young Russians one reads about in Turgenieff's novels," said Henriette "all ideas, no common-sense." "And you really believe ?" Henriette's hand was laid comfortingly on her brother's arm. "Dear Hubert, I know something of my sex.
The Chevalier tottered forward. He collapsed into the nearest chair. She put her arms around him and hovered there, comforting him with affectionate little hand pats and soft kisses. Jacques-Forget-Not, the avenger of the de Vaudreys, had not been far behind during the pilgrim's tramp across the city. He had in fact sneaked back of him, seen the wanderer enter Henriette's door.
I saw Madame once look as ghastly as death itself, and all the Court was seized with terror. Some blundering fool had burnt the wrong powder, which cast a greenish tint over the faces, and Henriette's long thin features had a look of death. It seemed the forecast of an early grave; and some of us shuddered, as at a prophecy of evil."
Manningtree's table, at which the Roman Priest from Oxford dined, except on those rare occasions when he was invited to sit down with the quality; and Mrs. Hubbock's table, where the superior servants dined, and at which Henriette's dancing-master considered it a privilege to over-eat himself; and the two great tables in the servants' hall, twenty at each table; and the gouvernante, Mrs.
Madeleine's firm character, in which there was something heroic blending with her mother's gracious nature, alarmed the old man, used to Henriette's tenderness, and he now foresaw the power of a will that never yielded.
Naturally we have both grown older, and though I love you still I am glad you did not recognize me. Not that I have become ugly, but I am stout, and this gives me another look. I am a widow, and well enough off to tell you that if you lack money you will find some ready for you in Henriette's purse.
However, my vanity had rendered me his constant dupe. I felt perfectly astonished as I listened to Henriette's recital; and when she had ceased, I conjured her to tell me candidly, whether she had not invented the whole tale either out of spite to Sophie or with a design to make me break off further friendship with the duke.
Henriette's personal response to this request was a check for ten thousand dollars, which as secretary and treasurer of the fund I acknowledged, and then, of course, returned to her, whereupon her campaign began in earnest.
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