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"Ask my son's wife if she will be so good as to come to the library," he directed. The two men sat in silence. General Jacot was too well bred to show in any way the chagrin and disappointment he felt in the summary manner in which Lord Greystoke had dismissed the subject of his call. As soon as the young lady had come and he had been presented he would make his departure.
"Oh, Raphael! my Raphael!" cried Madelaine in agony. At this well-known voice, a ray of pleasure brightened the face of the boy; he stretched out his left arm to draw her towards him, and hiding his face in her bosom, he said, sobbing, "Mother is dying, and Jacot and I dying of grief." "But," said Madelaine, "how have you come here? How were you run over?"
A moment later Meriem entered. Lord Greystoke and General Jacot rose and faced her. The Englishman spoke no word of introduction he wanted to mark the effect of the first sight of the girl's face on the Frenchman, for he had a theory a heaven-born theory that had leaped into his mind the moment his eyes had rested on the baby face of Jeanne Jacot.
"It is seed for our canary, our pretty Jacot. He is a dear little creature, and he has had nothing to eat for a long time. How glad he will be to get it." "Oh, seed for a bird," said Teuzer, slowly; and putting down the jar he was about to give her, he returned to his work, saying to himself, "if you can afford to keep a bird you can pay me for my goods.
Jacot in the evenings would sing old French songs, Swiss songs, English songs, in their rich full voices; and then if you stole softly out on to the verandah, you would often find it crowded with a silent, black audience, listening intently. The amount of work M. and Mme.
Yes, it was a great mystery there was something uncanny about the whole thing he hated to think about it, and he dreaded the coming of night. It was a great mystery to Herr Skopf and, doubtless, still is. Captain Armand Jacot of the Foreign Legion sat upon an outspread saddle blanket at the foot of a stunted palm tree.
Presently the sergeant and this Arab rode side by side toward camp. Jacot awaited them. The two reined in and dismounted before him. "Sheik Amor ben Khatour," announced the sergeant by way of introduction. Captain Jacot eyed the newcomer. He was acquainted with nearly every principal Arab within a radius of several hundred miles. This man he never had seen.
"His arm must be set without delay," said one of the spectators, "it is swelling." "The boy must be taken to the hospital," observed another. "No, oh no!" cried Raphael in agony, and holding his sister firmly, "I will stay with Madelaine, with my mother, and Jacot." "Compose yourself," said Madelaine, "I will stay with you."
Lord Greystoke recalled the name, as who familiar with modern French history would not, for Jacot was in reality the Prince de Cadrenet that intense republican who refused to use, even by courtesy, a title that had belonged to his family for four hundred years. "There is no place for princes in a republic," he was wont to say.
It is therefore my decree that Grenfall Lorry be declared murderer of Lorenz, Prince of Axphain, until he be proved innocent, in which instance, his accuser, Jacot, Duke of Mizrox, shall forfeit his life, according to the law of this land providing penalty for false witness, and by which he, himself, has sworn to abide faithfully. "Signed: Yetive."
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