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The rear guard began to show faint signs of demoralization, when Mauville sprang to his feet. Pan had disappeared behind his leafy covert; it was the careless, self-possessed man of the world who arose. "I am not concerned about the ethics of art," he said lightly, "but the ladies of the company may count me among their devout admirers.
Shortly after the departure of the strolling players from the tavern, Mauville summoned his servant and ordered his equipage. While waiting he strode impatiently to and fro in the dining-room, which, dismantled of the stage, by very contrast to the temporary temple of art, turned his thoughts to the players.
A matter like this might lead to a popular uprising against the army. Therefore, the king wills it shall be buried by his faithful servants." As Mauville proceeded Susan remained motionless, her eyes growing larger and larger, until they shone like two lovely sapphires, but when he concluded she gave a little sigh of pleasure and leaned back with a pleased smile.
"I presume," said Straws, delighted at the prospect of an argument, and forgetting his curiosity over the other's visit in this brief interchange of words, "nature but calls our attention to the fact that we may know our truest friends are not those with the sweetest manners." "Heaven forbid!" remarked Mauville. "But how are you getting on with your column? A surfeit of news and gossip, I presume?
But, if you are dull, a farmer told me last night there was a company of strolling players in Vanderdonkville " "Strollers!" exclaimed Mauville, wheeling around. "What are they called?" "Lord; I don't know, sir. They're show-folks, and that's all " "Do many strolling players come this way?" "Not for weeks and months, sometimes!
In his momentary satisfaction at finding her, Mauville overlooked the near prospect of a more lengthy, if not final, separation, and surveyed the young girl with a sudden, swift joyousness, but the fear and distrust written on her features dissipated his concern for her; his best impulses were smothered by harsher feelings. "Unfortunately, the door is locked," he said, ironically.
On such a morning Susan stood at a turn in the road, gazing after a departing vehicle with ill-concealed satisfaction and yet withal some dubiousness. Now that the plan, suggested by Mauville, had not miscarried, certain misgivings arose, for there is a conscience in the culmination wanting in the conception of an act.
With ill-concealed eagerness, Mauville began a vigorous, although guarded attack, as if asserting his supremacy, and at the same time testing his man. The buzzing switch of the steel became angrier; the weapons glinted and gleamed, intertwining silently and separating with a swish.
"They are coming they are coming!" she said, and Mauville stopped short. But while anger and resentment were at strife within him, some one tried the door of the chamber and finding it locked, set up a shout.
He eyes me with such hungry hostility that, gad! I believe he's an anti-renter!" Mauville was ushered into a large room, where great leather-bound volumes filled the oak shelves to the ceiling. The care-taker turned, and, with echoing footsteps, slowly departed, followed by his faithful four-footed retainer.
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