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She showed her stepmother what she had done, who smiled and seemed satisfied. For the rest of that night Cecile sat on by the sofa where Mrs. D'Albert lay. Now that the excitement of telling her tale had passed, the dreaded weakness had come back to the poor woman. Her voice, so strong and full of interest when speaking of Lovedy, had sunk to a mere whisper.
Her little heart was at rest. During the six weeks she remained with Mrs. Moseley, she gained great strength both of body and mind. She must find Lovedy. But surely Mr. Danvers was right and if she had a grown person to go with her and her little brother, from how many perils would they not be saved?
When this thought came to Cecile, she gave a sigh of relief. It would be so much nicer to find Lovedy, if she was not so hard-hearted as her story seemed to show. All that night Mrs. D'Albert lay with her eyes closed, but not asleep.
I don't say as yer father loved me much, for his heart was in the grave with your mother, but he wanted someone to care for you two, and he thought me a tidy, notable body, and so he asked me to marry him and he seemed well off, and I thought it 'ud be a good thing for Lovedy. Besides, I had a real fancy for him; so I promised.
I guess you'll have to go to France to find my Lovedy; but ef you're very careful, that money ought to last till you find her." "There'll be heaps and heaps of money here," said Cecile, looking at the little pile of gold with almost awe. "Yes, child, but there won't, not unless you're very saving, and ask all sensible questions about how to go and how best to find Lovedy.
Looking everywhere for blue eyes and golden hair, it seemed to Cecile that such things had faded from the earth. And now! but no, what would bring the English girl Lovedy there? Why should Lovedy be at Moulleau more than at any other village in the Landes? and in any case what had the English-looking child to say to Lovedy? Cecile determined to put any vague hopes out of her head.
Lady Temple breathed more freely, and rose. "My poor child," she said to Lovedy, "you seem very poorly. Have you any message to your aunt?" "Please, please!" began Lovedy, with a hoarse sob. "Lovedy, don't, don't be a bad girl, or you know " interposed the little one, in a warning whisper. "She is not naughty," said Lady Temple gently, "only not well."
But though Joe did not fail to air his French on her behalf, though he never ceased in every village inn to inquire for a fair and blue-eyed English girl, as yet they had got no clew; as yet not the faintest trace of the lost Lovedy could be heard of. They were now over a week in France, and were still a long, long way from Paris.
"Why, Cecile, that's just what you've got to do," said her stepmother; "you've got to look for Lovedy: you're a very young girl; you're only a child; but you've got to go on looking, always always until you find her. The finding of my Lovedy is to be yer life-work, Cecile.
This conversation sent Rachel out of the dining-room more like herself than she had entered it; but she ran upstairs at once to Lovedy, and remained with her till disinterred by the desperate Grace, who could not see three people talking together without blushing with indignation at the construction they were certainly putting on her sister's scarlet cheeks and absence from the drawing-room.
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