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Among those who thronged to witness his execution was one, whose thread of life was nearly torn asunder by the blow of that axe which severed the beloved head from the trunk. Poor Jocelyne only recovered from the state of insensibility into which she fell, to linger on a few months of a wretched existence, during which she never spoke. Her heart was broken.
I know it well." "What is to be done? whether turn for help?" cried Jocelyne in dispair. "Oh! would that I could lay down my life to save his." "Noble girl!" exclaimed the princess. "Thus devoted, whilst he loves another! How far more generous than was I; ay, I believe thee couldst thou lay down thy life for him, thou wouldst do it."
Pennie knew them all well, and in her own mind she decided that Bishop Jocelyne, who had built the great central tower hundreds of years ago, was a far nicer bishop to look at than the one who was preaching this evening.
Who said he was about to die, and that I should see him no more?" Jocelyne sprung up from the ground, as if a sudden thought had crossed her mind. "Yes, mother, yes," she cried, "the king is dying. Come to him. See him once more. He will hear your words upon his death-bed, and extend his pardon to the innocent for Philip de la Mole is innocent, my mother.
She sat still, unmoved, with her hands clenched before her, when a slight movement in the apartment startled her. Upon raising her head she saw Jocelyne before her. "You here, my mistress?" she exclaimed in anger. "They would have bid me begone," said Jocelyne timidly; "but I concealed myself; and when her majesty the Queen-mother had gone forth, I returned unperceived."
"Stay! stay, Monseigneur," continued Jocelyne, as La Mole again pressed her hand and turned to depart. "She relents she has a kind heart; and she would not, surely, deliver up the guest who begs shelter at her threshold, into the hands of those who seek to capture and to kill him." "Let me go forth, Jocelyne! farewell!" repeated La Mole.
"You are the pretty Jocelyne, the fair grand-daughter of my brother Charles's favourite old nurse, Dame Perrotte; you are she of whom all our gallants spake with so much praise, to the great detriment and neglect of all our ladies of the court. Nay, blush not or rather blush blush, it becomes your pale face well, my dainty one.
A heavy blow was given on the panels of the door; and, without waiting for permission to enter, a man in the military accoutrements of the period, whose head was crowned with a high hat, adorned with a short red feather, advanced into the room with an air which betrayed at once a strange mixture of effrontery and hypocrisy. "Landry!" exclaimed together both Jocelyne and Alayn.
At length the Queen of Navarre came back to her apartment as Jocelyne looked in her face, she could scarcely repress a scream; that face was one of sorrow, and disappointment the poor girl trembled in every limb, and did not dare to speak. "I have done all I could," said Margaret "His door was obstinately closed to me I could not see him it was she it was my mother, who has done this.
"Madam," said Jocelyne, turning her head, but with downcast eyes, "in this dreadful moment, when he lies a prisoner, his life in danger, I can avow, what I could scarcely dare avow even to myself, that I loved him with a passionate and unrequited love. I loved him with an eager and devoted affection, although his heart was not mine poor simple uncourtly girl as I am although it was another's.
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