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Updated: May 28, 2025
And folding up the Figaro, while Jacqueline in all haste was wrapping her head in a veil, Modeste, with the best intentions, went on to say: "Nobody ever dies of a sword-thrust in the arm." "But you see it says that they are going to fight all over again don't you understand? You are so stupid! What could they have had to quarrel about but me? O God! Thou art just!
Madame de Nailles, whether she knew it or not probably she did, for she had great skill in reading the thoughts of others was acting precisely in accordance with the wishes or the will of Jacqueline, who, having found much enjoyment in the dances at the Casino, had made up her mind that she meant to come out into society before any of her young companions.
"When trouble comes, you'll understand you'll understand!" Unity held her to her and wept. "O Jacqueline! O Jacqueline!" "You put on the blue gown to remind me, didn't you?" asked Jacqueline. "I didn't need any reminding, dear.
If he had not dreaded making himself absurd, he would gladly have stood forth as the champion of the Sparks, the Wermants, and all the other members of the Blue Band, so that he might give vent to the anger raging in his heart on hearing that odious compliment to Jacqueline. Why was he not old enough to marry her? What right had that detestable Talbrun to take notice of any girl but his fiancee?
And yet, had any one been able to look into their hearts at that moment, he would have discovered with surprise that each was thinking of something that she could not confide to the other. Both were thinking of the same person. Madame de Nailles was occupied with recollections, Jacqueline with hope.
It was a root out of dry ground indeed, that gave no promise of spreading into goodly shelter and entrancing beauty. As to Jacqueline, she was absorbed in her heroic and exalted thoughts. Her heart had almost failed her when she said farewell to John's mother; tearfully she had hurried on her way.
He is succeeded by his brother Albert; Albert by his son William. William, who had married Margaret of Burgundy, daughter of Philip the Bold, dies in 1417. The goodly heritage of these three Netherland provinces descends to his daughter Jacqueline, a damsel of seventeen. Little need to trace the career of the fair and ill-starred Jacqueline.
Swiftly following the loss of her husband, the Dauphin, came the still heavier blow of her father's death. On the thirtieth of May, 1417, Count William died in his castle of Bouchain, in Hainault, and his sorrowing daughter Jacqueline, now a beautiful girl of sixteen, succeeded to his titles and lordship as Countess and Lady Supreme of Hainault, of Holland, and of Zealand.
It was one of those prolonged days in early summer when night seems unable to break in on the soft, pelucent shadows of sunset meeting twilight. Tessie found Jacqueline sitting in her Sleepy Hollow chair, the shaded green robes tossed about giving the picture such tones as a pastel might embody. "Oh, do come in, Stacia," called Jacqueline.
"Don't be so angry don't look so black! I am afraid of you. What is it, dearest, dearest?" "Wait," he said harshly. "Wait, Jacqueline, a moment." He put her abruptly from him, walked to the doorstone, and, sitting down, bowed his face upon his hands. For some moments he remained thus, while she stood under the beech tree, her hand upon her heart, watching him.
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