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She has no poetry, no sense of the needs of a literary man, in her nature." Lacour sorrowfully admitted that the situation had its embarrassments.
The official had at first to think very hard to recall Julio to mind, but he soon remembered the exploits of Sergeant Desnoyers. "An excellent soldier," he said. "He will be sent for immediately, Senator Lacour. . . . He is on duty now with his section in the first line trenches."
I then asked permission from General Walthiez to return to Major Lacour, and on receiving it I left at the gallop with a squadron and arrived just in time to see a most distressing sight, particularly for a commanding officer who cared for his soldiers.
"They are the soldiers of the Revolution," exclaimed Lacour with enthusiasm. "France has returned to 1792." The two captains established their charges for the night in a half-ruined town where one of their divisions had its headquarters, and then took their leave. Others would act as their escort the following morning.
"Because," replied the unknown, "I have deceived you because I am a woman one who has long known and loved you, till an uncontrollable desire to make this confession has compelled her to a step that you will blame, and, perhaps, despise her for." Lacour was puzzled, and remained silent for a few moments. "I see," said the mask, with a sigh, "you despise me for my very boldness.
Lacour thanked her with a profuse graciousness that would have delighted any ordinary giver, but Valdorême stood impassive like a tragedy queen, and seemed only anxious that he should speedily take his departure, now that his errand was done.
This will cost you between forty and fifty thousand dollars. I will notify you of the amount when the insurance company sends it to me. In return for your check, I shall send you the letters and other things you sent Madame Lacour, or burn them, as you direct. Except for this the affair is ended. I need not detain you further." "Oh, I say, chum. Don't take it this way," cried Watts.
Both were published privately in 1865, with notes by Louis Lacour. The narration of the priest is dreadful in its simplicity and minuteness of detail. It may be summed up briefly here, because it is the testimony of an eye-witness who knew Christina. Christina, with the marquis and a large retinue, was at Fontainebleau in November, 1657.
Weary of the noise and confusion, sad and discouraged, he had withdrawn from the crowded circle of dancers, when some one touched him on the shoulder. "Captain Lassalle," said a sweet musical voice, "you are known, though the uniform you wear is not that of your own corps." Lacour turned with the intention of correcting the mistake, when a secret impulse restrained the disavowal.
"Master," she said, addressing Constantin Marc, "you know that next Sunday I am to give a reading, with appropriate remarks, of the best letters of Madame de Sévigné, for the benefit of the three poor orphans left by Lacour, the actors who died this winter in so deplorable a fashion." "Had he any talent?" asked Constantin Marc. "None whatever," said Nanteuil.
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