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"Yes, I am Nanette," she answers; "and I declare myself happy, as well as my sister, if you prove yourself true and faithful." "Until death, my beloved ones, and as everything we have done is the work of love, do not let us ever mention the name of Angela." After this, I begged that she would give us a light; but Marton, always kind and obliging, got out of bed leaving us alone.
The gate was open; the carriage was in the courtyard, the horses in the shafts, covered with rugs. Their harness had not even been taken off: they must have just arrived and had to start again at once. Márton motioned to me to follow him at his heels while he made his way into the house. The door we ran up against could not be opened unless one knew the tricks that made it yield.
After all the turmoil and the besetting dangers this was very sweet to her; and it was sweet to him. In a little the rebellion ended, and Stephens came to the house of Annette's aunt, and wedded his beloved there. Then he took her to wild, sweet places in the Territories; and after the lapse of a few weeks, went with her to the east, where both pleaded for the life of Colonel Marton.
Go away as soon as we sit down to table, and Marton will escort you as far as the street door, but do not leave the house. When the street door is closed again, everyone thinking you are gone, go upstairs in the dark as far as the third floor, where you must wait for us. We will come up the moment M. Rosa has left the house, and our aunt has gone to bed.
I believe I set some store by the fact that the collar of my attila was velvet. From the arched doorway old Márton, too, called after me, as we took our seats, "Good appetite, Master Sheriff!" and five or six times moved his cap up and down on the top of his head. How I should have loved to break his nose! Why is he compromising me here before my brother?
Two honorable poor men came in my way to help me find him: two poor workmen, who left their work to help me to save a lost life. The same will be my witness that what I relate is all true and happened just as I tell you: one is Márton Braun, the baker's man, the other Matthias Fleck." "My wife's coachman," interrupted the P. C. "Yes. He conducted me to where Lorand was temporarily concealed.
"If Monsieur has good reasons, or any reasons, for withholding his name, I pray that he will not consider himself under any obligation to reveal it." "It would be absurd to keep such a secret, Ma petite Brighteye, from the beautiful daughter of a man so prominent in our holy cause as Colonel Marton. You this evening entertain, Mademoiselle, none other than Louis Riel, the Metis chief."
"He has heard it elsewhere, too," Annette went on "he heard it on the brimming river; he saved me from death below the chute." "Heavens, Annette Marton! Sweet, generous, noble girl, why had I not guessed the truth," and he stood rapt with gratitude and admiration before her. Kindly dusk of the starless prairie that hid the blushes and confusion of the girl!
"In wonder, indeed, at your thinking me capable of doing so in the state I am in. Well, I suppose we must play at blind man's buff." Thereupon, I began to feel right and left, everywhere, but in vain. Whenever I caught anyone it always turned out to be Nanette or Marton, who at once discovered themselves, and I, stupid Don Quixote, instantly would let them go!
Go away as soon as we sit down to table, and Marton will escort you as far as the street door, but do not leave the house. When the street door is closed again, everyone thinking you are gone, go upstairs in the dark as far as the third floor, where you must wait for us. We will come up the moment M. Rosa has left the house, and our aunt has gone to bed.
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