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After luncheon Lory, using his crutches, made his way laboriously to the verandah that ran the length of the southern face of the house. It was all hung with creepers, and shaded from the sun by a dense curtain of foliage. Here heliotrope grew like a vine on a trellis against the wall, and semi-tropical flowers bloomed in a bewildering confusion.
But that dear Mademoiselle Brun, she knows." "Thank you," said mademoiselle. "And Lory saved me, ah! so cleverly. There is no better horseman in the army, they say. Yes; he will certainly come this afternoon, unless there is a race at Longchamps. Now, is there a race, I wonder?" "For the moment," said Mademoiselle Brun, very gravely, "I cannot tell you."
They were led by a man on a big horse, who was comfortably muffled up in a great fur-coat. "De Vasselot," he said in a pleasant voice, as Lory went forward to meet him. "De Vasselot, I have brought a few more to help you. We must make a great splash on this side, while the real attack is on the other. We must show them the way you and I." And Gilbert laughed quietly.
For he who was climbing up the hill might be followed by a careful eye, by the chance displacement of a twig, the bending of a bough; while Lory, creeping down into the valley, remained quite invisible, even to his father, upon whose memory every shadow was imprinted. "Aha!" laughed the old man, under his breath. "One sees that the boy is a Corsican.
'Oh, damn your hat, answers Lory; 'give us your foot for a mount if you're not rattled. Why, next year you'll be showin' your friends holes in the ground on this hunt course you've dug with your own head! And up it was for her and away again on old cold-blood. Faith, but those cold-bloods make it a shame they're ever called hunters.
In one room the abbe stopped and raised his inquiring nose; the room had been inhabited by a woman years and years ago. He searched the house from top to bottom, and there was no one in it. The abbe had failed in the two missions confided to him by Lory, and he was one to whom failure was peculiarly bitter.
Sure, I thought it was all up with Lory, but at it he hurled her, and I'll be curbed if she didn't take it as cleverly as I could.
When she had helped him to ask her to be his wife, she had ordered the carriage thus, as she was ordering it now in the month of August, 1870, on being told by her husband that the battle of Woerth had been fought and lost, and that Lory de Vasselot was safe.
De Vasselot spread out his hands in utter despair. The end of the world, it seemed, was at hand. And Denise only laughed. "And when I have regulated my own affairs, I will undertake the management of your estate at a high salary," she said. "There is only one thing to do," said Lory, gravely, "and I have done it myself. I have abandoned the idea of ever receiving a halfpenny of rent.
"She is laughing at me," cried the baroness, shaking a vivacious forefinger at Mademoiselle Brun. "But I do not mind; we cannot all be wise eh?" "And what a dull world for the rest of us if you were," said Mademoiselle Brun; and Lory de Vasselot, coming into the room at this moment, was met by her sour smile. "Ah!" cried the baroness, "here he is.
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