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Take me to him, child, for his sake and yours." "You will never see him, Maulfry." Maulfry hesitated for a second or two. She was very angry at this trouble. "You are a great fool for such a little body, Isoult," she said; "more than I had believed. Come now, let me pass." She made to go on: Isoult, to get ready, stepped back a step, but Vincent slipped in between them. He was shaking all over.
He would have made speeches and let vapours. This lad was quiet." "Quiet as God," said Maulfry with a stare. "But," Galors went on, "you need not think for him, who or what he was. I shall meet him to-morrow, and if things go as they should you shall see me again very soon. You shall come to a wedding. A wedding in Tortsentier will not be amiss, dame. Moreover, it will be new.
If I fail well, then also you shall see me, and serve me other ways. Will you do this?" Maulfry frowned a little as she thought. Then she laughed. "You know very well I will do more for you than this. And how much will you do for me, Galors?" "Ask and see," said Galors. "I too may have accounts to settle." "You will find me a good bailiff, Maulfry. Punctual at the audit."
As if we were of another world." "So we are," said Isoult. Vincent sighed and went on with his story. "I have run away from Maulfry. She left me to wait for her at the end of the avenue, with three horses, just as I was at Gracedieu do you remember? But I could never do that again. Now I must hide somewhere." "Come with me. I will hide you."
Ah! she remembered with a hot flush of pain ah! her disobedience at Gracedieu had brought all the mischief, Vincent's death all the anguish. Of course it had not; of course Maulfry had tricked her; but she was not the girl to spare herself reproaches. Her loyalty to Prosper took her easily the length of stultification.
The alien faces and brawl of the town, the grime, the sweat, the blows of the charcoal- burners, her secret life there in the midst of them, the shame, the hooting and the stunning of her last day at distant High March, Maulfry, Galors, leering Falve all these grim apparitions sank back into the green woodland vistas; all the shocks and alarums of her timid little soul were subdued by the rustling boughs and the crooning voices of the doves.
Forward!" and he was gone through the dripping streets at the falling in of a wild day. It was the day Falve had brought in his bride-expectant to Litany Row. Half-an-hour later Maulfry rode out of the east gate alone, and never held or looked back till she was safe in Tortsentier. A scud of wind and rain hampered Prosper on his ride over Goltres Heath.
Prosper watched the flying pair, a quiet smile hovering about his mouth. "My shot told it seems," he said to himself. "If Salomon de Born were not what I believe him to have been, what is the grief of Madam Maulfry? Well, we will see next what Galors de Born has to say to it." He turned his face towards the north and rode on.
"And did you never get close enough to use somebody's eyes?" said Maulfry, with a sly look. Isoult had nothing to say to this. Touch her on the concrete of her love, and she was always dumb. "Well then, I will stay flattering you, and advise," Maulfry pursued. "When that august one chooses to unveil, do you present yourself on knees as you now are.
Death and a great mystery, the dark, air like a lake's at noon, kept fur and feather from Tortsentier, and left Maulfry alone with what she had. Within, it was a spacious place. Mossy carpets, skins, and piled cushions were on the floor; the place smelt of musk: it was lighted by coloured torches and lamps, and warmed with braziers.
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