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"Mother!" whispered Jocelyne once more to the old woman. "Calm your agitation oh! let not a word, a gesture, betray our secret! Stay! I will read to you!" And she seized the Bible, then a dangerous book to produce thus openly before Catholic agents of the court, and took it on her lap. Perrotte answered not a word, but continued to rock herself with much agitation from side to side in her chair.
Jocelyne drew up her head proudly as if about to speak; but, as her melancholy pale hazel eyes met those of her cousin, sparkling with animation and good-humour, she only turned herself away, whilst a bright flush of colour overspread that cheek but a moment before so pale.
You shall not torture our poor mother thus," cried Jocelyne springing towards them, in order to interrupt a conversation which she had been witnessing in agony, although she could not hear it, and the effect of which upon her grandmother's unsettled mind became every moment more visible. "Fair cousin, with your leave!" replied the captain. "I am bound to do the duties of my office.
Whether has your imprudence driven you? And were it for me that he has done thus. Yes yes I will to my brother Charles I will learn all supplicate save him!" With these words, half murmured to herself, half addressed to Jocelyne, the Queen of Navarre paced her room.
"I know not of whom you speak," said Jocelyne, her colour varying from the flush of emotion to the deadly paleness of fear. "And you, Alayn, boy, since our fair cousin's memory is so short, can doubtless tell me. Has no one entered here within the last half hour?" "No one!" answered Alayn sturdily; but he then turned and moved to the window to hide his confusion.
"She is well!" answered Jocelyne hastily, trembling in spite of her efforts to be calm. "But this is no visit of ceremony, my good friends," continued Captain Landry, with some haughtiness of manner. "I come upon state affairs. A criminal of rank, who has conspired against the life and person of the king, has escaped; and we are sent in his pursuit.
"Hush!" interrupted Jocelyne. "Let not that name strike upon her ear. Although she hears us not, the very word might, perchance, call up within her recollections I would were banished from her mind for ever. The name of her nursling, whom she once loved as were she his own mother, and he had not worn a crown, is now a sound of horror to her.
And the time will come when you too will know how well!" Jocelyne turned her eyes, which were moist with tears, to her cousin; and, stretching out her hand to him, she said, with all that romantic fervour of the ingenuous girl which almost wears the semblance of inspiration "Alayn, I know you love me, and that you mean it well with me. You are a kind and sincere brother to me.
The old woman, who trembled in every limb, stirred not from her chair; but, removing one hand from her face, she stretched it out towards a corner of the room. "Ah! I understand you, mother," exclaimed Jocelyne. "That secret closet where our books of religion are deposited, where our old priest, during the massacre, was hid!"
"The agents of the Queen-mother sent in my pursuit, probably," replied La Mole coolly, and disengaging himself from the convulsive embrace of Jocelyne. "How they have tracked me, I know not. So be it, then. I had hoped for the sake of others to avoid their hands; but I am prepared to meet my fate." "No, no," screamed Jocelyne. "It cannot be!
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