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To the left and to the front of Landry the provision pit, to the right the corn pit, while further on at the north extremity of the floor, and nearly under the visitors' gallery, much larger than the other two, and flanked by the wicket of the official recorder, was the wheat pit itself.
"Landry Court does not have to work to-day he told me why, but I've forgotten and he said he was coming up to help," observed Laura, and at once Aunt Wess' smiled. Landry Court was openly and strenuously in love with Laura, and no one of the new household ignored the fact. Aunt Wess' chose to consider the affair as ridiculous, and whenever the subject was mentioned spoke of Landry as "that boy."
"This is my revenge," said the Captain, simply, to Landry, attempting to avoid his thanks, and returning to him intact his luggage, of which the chinacos had not had time to divide the contents.
"The reverend Father abbot and the Father prior will be glad when I give them this answer," said the monk, who wished Durtal good-night, pressing his hand. At seven o'clock, just as he was preparing to eat his bread, Durtal encountered Father Etienne. "Father," he said, "to-morrow is Tuesday; the time of my retreat has expired, and I am going; how should I order a carriage for Saint Landry?"
Debts of honor are payable within twenty-four hours, but in order to realize this sum, I shall require more time. How long a delay will you grant me?" "As long as you wish, Monsieur." "I thank you. I ask a month." A waiter appeared, bringing the pen and paper. "Oh, your word will be sufficient for me," said Landry. "Pardon me!" said the Marquis. "One never knows what may happen.
Now, as it happened, Valentine Landry, driving away in a priggish state of mind, was suddenly overwhelmed by miserable remorse. Reviewing the evening, he seemed to see, for the first time, the unhappiness in the eyes of the little woman who had borne herself so bravely. In a sudden moment of illumination he realized all that she must have been feeling.
But it doesn't change my mind a bit." After a pause, the Madonna-creature asked, "Who is Valentine Landry?" Mrs. Beale had her saucy little cap off, and was brushing out her thin, light locks in which the gray showed slightly. But she stopped long enough to explain. "He isn't half as sentimental as his name. I met him in Chicago at the Warburtons', just before I made a success of my book.
"Oh, yes, terribly." There was a moment's silence, and then Landry remarked: "Now you are the kind of woman that would only love once, but love for that once mighty deep and strong." She murmured: "'Tis a woman's whole existence whole existence. Yes, I think I am like that." "Do you think Enoch Arden did right in going away after he found them married?" "Oh, have you read that?
So it came about that, after a few moments, conversation with the older people in the drawing-room, the two adjourned to the library. She spoke of the beauty of Ruskin's thoughts, of the gracefulness of Charles Lamb's style. The conversation lagged a little. Landry, not to be behind her, declared for the modern novel, and spoke of the "newest book." Promptly they were all aroused.
I found myself hot all over with a certain rashness that came to me. I felt that anything was possible if I would but dare enough. "I am able to see that it is the same yourself!" I answered, and made the faintest eye-turn toward Miss Landry. He knew nothing of my new cause for war; there was enough of the old! The others were observing us. "You have met?" asked the gentle voice of Miss Landry.
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