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Her very breath seemed like a blast of winter cold. "Then, Mam'selle, I can ask no reward, only a share in your sorrow. I will try to lighten their sufferings. That is all I can do." She crossed her arms upon her breast and rocked herself to and fro. "Oh, I cannot, I cannot," she said, with a cry of anguish.
"I will only say, if the gentleman wrote the whole that is in the book, and it is as fine as you would make a plain seafaring man believe, he did wrong not to print it." "Print!" echoed François, opening his eyes, and the volume, by a common impulse, "Imprimé! ha! here is papier of Mam'selle Alide, assurément." "Take better heed of it then," interrupted the seaman of the shawl.
"Mademoiselle is an angel!" said De Ferrières, suddenly rising, with an excess of extravagance. "A saint! Look! I cram the lie, ha! down his throat who challenges it." "Ef by mam'selle ye mean my Rosey," said Nott, quietly laying his powerful hands on De Ferrières' shoulders, and slowly pinning him down again upon his chair, "ye're about right, though she ain't mam'selle yet.
"Let him carry the parcel, Mam'selle Hortense," she chuckled. "Let him carry it. M'sieur is your neighbor, and neighbors should be neighborly. Besides," she added, in an audible aside, "he is a bon garçon an Englishman and a book-student like yourself." The young lady bent her head, civilly, but proudly.
"Eustache Boullé, at your service," and he bowed gracefully. "But I did not know you, Mam'selle. You were such a child four years ago. Even then you made an impression upon me." She was so little used to compliments that it did not stir her in the slightest. She was wondering, and at length she said "How did you find me?" "By hard searching, Mam'selle.
"Yours are younger than mine, mon enfant," retorted the fat concierge; "and, as I see Mam'selle Hortense coming up to the door, I'd advise you to make use of them for yourself." And there, sure enough, was a tall and slender girl, dressed all in black, pausing to close up her umbrella at the threshold of the outer doorway. A porter followed her, carrying a heavy parcel.
Then she turned Rose quite around, and the girl uttered no question. "What is the matter?" asked Pani. "Mam'selle, you are white as a snowdrift." "I think miladi is dead," and she drew a long, strangling breath, her figure trembling with unknown dread. Pani bowed and crossed himself several times. Wanamee came in presently. "The poor lady is gone," she said reverently.
"Well, Mr. Follet belongs here. I can have it out with him any time. He'll have to play the game. But if I know Schneider, there's no wedding bells in his. And Mam'selle Eva hasn't, as you might say, got a chaperon."
Was it an Indian assault, such as her father had feared presently? Then the smoke rushed into every crack and crevice. "Oh, what is it, what is it?" she cried, flinging her door open wide. "Oh, Mam'selle," cried Margot, "the street is all aflame. Run! run! Antoine has taken the children." Already the streets were crowded. St. Anne's was a wall of fire.
"I I do not know, monsieur." "Ah, mam'selle, you might be very sure that I would take good care of you!" "Mais ... monsieur"... "These gentlemen, I see, have been angling," said the old lady, addressing me very graciously. "Have you caught many fish?" "None at all, madame!" I replied, loudly. "Tiens! so many as that?" "Pardon, madame," I shouted at the top of my voice.
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