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In a manner, therefore, she is our prisoner, though never went prisoner so helplessly with her captors." "Yes, any one might take such a creature," said Klussman. "Those are no fit words to speak, Klussman." He was unready with his apology, however, and tramped on without again looking behind.
This had been her employment much of the night, but the nervous fit of childish weeping swept away all of Klussman's self-control. "No; no;" she repeated. "You think I do everything that is horrible." And she sobbed upon her hands. Klussman stooped down and tossed the hand like an escaped coal behind the log. As he stooped he said, "I don't think that. Don't cry. If you cry I will shoot myself."
"It is Klussman, our Swiss!" flashed through the soldier in the trench, with a mighty throb of rage and shame, and anxiety for the lady in the fort. If Klussman had been taken prisoner, the guns of St. John would surely speak in his behalf when he was about to be hanged before its very gate. Such a parade of the act must be discovered on the walls.
John would be sure to pity it." "And what word did he send you to tell me?" demanded Klussman. "Give me that word." Marguerite waited with her face downcast. "It was kind of him to think of me," said the Swiss; "and to send you with the message!" She felt mocked, and drooped against the wall. And in the midst of his scorn he took her face in his hands with a softness he could not master.
He groaned with his head hanging. "We are not ruined yet," she said, "if you care for me." "That was a stranger child?" he repeated. "All the train knew it to be a motherless child. He had no right to thrust it on me." "I demand no testimony of D'Aulnay's followers," said Klussman roughly. He let her go from his arms, and stepped to the battlements.
"Give me the word," he repeated. Marguerite drew his neck down and whispered, but before she finished whispering Klussman flung her against the cannon with an oath. "I thought it would be, betray my lord's fortress to D'Aulnay de Charnisay! Go down stairs, Marguerite Klussman. When I have less matter in hand, I will flog thee! Hast thou no wit at all?
Now do your duty as lieutenant of this fortress, and make me a comfortable prisoner." Klussman set his hands upon his sides and smiled down upon his prisoner. "What is your will?" "Twice have I told you to stoop and give me your back, that I may mount from the cannon to the battlements. Am I to be shut up here without an outlook?" "May I be hanged if I do that," exclaimed Klussman.
"The king? You never saw the king." "No." "D'Aulnay?" "Yes." "I would I had him by the throat!" burst out Klussman. Marguerite leaned her cheek on the stone and sighed. The bay seemed full of salty spice. It was a night in which the human soul must beat against casements to break free and roam the blessed dark. All of spring was in the air.
"If I put no faith in him, whom shall I trust?" "Madame Marie, you remember that woman you brought back with you?" "I have not seen her or spoken with her," said Marie self-reproachfully, "since she vexed me so sorely about her child. She is a poor creature. But they feed and house her well in the barracks." "Madame Marie, Klussman hath been talking with that woman every day this week."
The dwarf's report about Klussman forced Madame La Tour to watch the strange girl; but Marguerite seemed to take no notice of any soldier who came and went in the hall. As for the Swiss, he carried trouble on his self-revealing face, but not treachery.
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