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So, with that, Caterina took the lamp Hush! ma'amselle, I surely heard a noise! Emily, whom Annette had now infected with her own terrors, listened attentively; but every thing was still, and Annette proceeded: 'Caterina went to the north-gallery, that is the wide gallery we passed, ma'am, before we came to the corridor, here.
'O, ma'amselle! said she, 'how came it to strike me so, the instant I saw it, if it was not my lady's likeness? Ah! added she, taking up the miniature, 'these are her own blue eyes looking so sweet and so mild; and there is her very look, such as I have often seen it, when she had sat thinking for a long while, and then, the tears would often steal down her cheeks but she never would complain!
'I am glad, that my lord the Count is come to live at the chateau, ma'amselle, continued Dorothee, 'for it has been many a year deserted, and dreary enough; now, the place will look a little as it used to do, when my poor lady was alive. Blanche enquired how long it was, since the Marchioness died? 'Alas! my lady, replied Dorothee, 'so long that I have ceased to count the years!
"Show me the baskets. These two are the only ropes?" "The only ropes here, ma'amselle; but at the Hospice " "If he is alive I know it is my lover he will be dead before you can return. Dear Guides! Blessed friends of travellers! Look at me. Watch my hands. If they falter or go wrong, make me your prisoner by force. If they are steady and go right, help me to save him!"
It was a countenance, which spoke the language of passion, rather than that of sentiment; a haughty impatience of misfortune not the placid melancholy of a spirit injured, yet resigned. 'How many years have passed, since this lady disappeared, Annette? said Emily. 'Twenty years, ma'amselle, or thereabout, as they tell me; I know it is a long while ago. Emily continued to gaze upon the portrait.
"I know," he said, and his voice sounded strange in his ears; "I know every pulse of your heart, Ma'amselle, every longing of your spirit, every pure thought of your mind, for these many days I have trembled to every vibration that has touched or thrilled you. Oh, Ma'amselle!"
She had continued thus for a considerable time, when, amidst the uproar of the storm, she thought she heard a voice, and, raising herself to listen, saw the chamber door open, and Annette enter with a countenance of wild affright. 'She is dying, ma'amselle, my lady is dying! said she. Emily started up, and ran to Madame Montoni's room.
'O! do not go in there, ma'amselle, said Annette, 'you will only lose yourself further. 'Bring the light forward, said Emily, 'we may possibly find our way through these rooms. Annette stood at the door, in an attitude of hesitation, with the light held up to shew the chamber, but the feeble rays spread through not half of it.
'No, ma'am, that I will be bound they did not; but I don't know: shall I go and ask, ma'amselle? said Annette, moving hastily towards the corridor. 'Stay, Annette, I have another question to ask; tell me what you have heard concerning this room, and whither that stair-case leads. 'I will go and ask it all directly, ma'am; besides, I am sure my lady wants me. I cannot stay now, indeed, ma'am.
"See, Ma'amselle," he said, pointing, "the well-lashed packs of the fat winter beaver. Truly they come well laden, these Assiniboines, and we may well thank le bon Dieu for the wealth of skins. Is it not a heartening sight?" The eyes of Maren Le Moyne left his face and swept swiftly down the gentle slope to where the Indians had piled their bales of furs.
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