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We talked long on the approaching departure of the count and Madame de Ferrier. He told me the latest details of preparation, and tremulously explained how he must feel the loss of his sister. "I have nothing left but you, Lazarre." "My dear master," I said, patting one of his shriveled hands between mine, "I am going to be open with you."
She said "O Lazarre!" and Paul beat on Ernestine's knee, echoing "O Zar!" and my comfort was absolute as release from pain, because she had come to visit her old friend the marquis. I helped her down and stood with her at the latticed door. "How bright it is here!" said Eagle. "It is very bright. I came up the hill from a dark place." "Did the news of his death meet you on the post-road?"
And I suppose you have forgotten the fog and the mountain, too?" "Yes." "Lazarre!" "Yes, Lazarre." "You love me! You shall love me!" "As a De Ferrier should; no farther!" Her lifted chin expressed a strength I could not combat. The slight, dark-haired girl, younger than myself, mastered and drew me as if my spirit was a stream, and she the ocean into which it must flow. Darkness like that of Ste.
The painted semblances of women who inhabited a world of sensation had no effect upon me. "You are wonderfully fresh, Lazarre," the marquis said. "If you were not so big and male I would call you mademoiselle! Did they never sin in the American backwoods?" Then he took me in his arms like a mother, and kissed me, saying, "Dear son and sire, I am worse than your great-grandfather!"
So Carey rode often to town and Tannis bided her time, and plotted futile schemes of revenge, and Lazarre Merimee scowled and got drunk and life went on at the Flats as usual, until the last week in October, when a big wind and rainstorm swept over the northland. It was a bad night. The wires were down between the Flats and Prince Albert and all communication with the outside world was cut off.
"Monsieur Lazarre Williams, whatever your lot in life, you will have one advantage over me; you will be an American citizen." "Haven't I that doleful advantage myself?" mourned Annabel. "A Baltimore convent, an English governess a father that may never go back to France!" "Mademoiselle, all advantages of nationality, of person, of mind, of heart, are yours!"
"What are their names?" "Their names I cannot see." "Well, suppose we call them Louis and Lazarre." His eyes sparkled. "You are a white man," he pronounced. "By that I mean you are not stained with many vile sins." "I hadn't an equal chance with other men. I lost nine years." "Mebby," hazarded Johnny Appleseed cautiously, "you are the one appointed to open and read what is sealed."
He had a smiling good face, square, but well curved and firm. Now that I saw him fronting me I could trace his clear eyebrows, high forehead, and the laughter lines down his cheeks. He was long between the eyes and mouth, and he had a full and resolute chin. "You are not fat, Lazarre," said Philippe, "your forehead is wide rather than receding, and you have not a double chin.
The white court dress was armor which he put on to serve him in the dangerous attempt to look once more on a woman's face. He mounted with a strut toward the guardians of the imperial court, not knowing how he might be challenged; and fortune was with him. "Lazarre!" exclaimed Count de Chaumont, hurrying behind to take my elbow. "I want you to help me!"
But I knew the brute love which had risen like a lion in me would never conquer the woman who kissed me in the darkness and held me at bay. "O Louis O Lazarre! Think of Paul and Cousin Philippe! You shall be your best for your little mother! I will come to you sometime!" Then she held the door between us, and I went down around and around the spiral of stone.
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