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You don't know what you're talking about! And, alas! you are half an infidel, I know, for you don't believe in hell!" "Yes, I do, Mimmy! Oh! yes, indeed I do! If ever my faith was shaken in that article of belief, it is firm enough now! It is more than re-established, for, look you, Mimmy! I believe in heaven, but I know of hell!" "I'm very glad you do, my dear.
Yet another theme connected with Wotan is the Wanderer music which breaks with such a majestic reassurance on the nightmare terror of Mimmy when Wotan appears at the mouth of his cave in the scene of the three riddles. Thus not only are there several Wotan themes, but each varies in its inflexions and shades of tone color according to its dramatic circumstances.
The view from the summit was both extensive and grand, but neither Lilian nor Mimmy were much pleased with the place. The elder sister, who had talked over the matter with her school companions, expected a fine castle with turrets, battlements, and romance; and the other expected a pretty smiling house, such as princes, in her mind, ought to inhabit.
But when she brought it to the bedside the pale invalid waved it away. She felt as if she could not eat. Fear had clutched her throat and would not relax its hold. "I want to talk to you, Jacquelina," she said. "Eat and drink first, Mimmy, and then you and I will have such another good talk!" said Jacquelina, coaxingly. "I can't! Oh! I can't swallow a mouthful, I am choking now!"
She had sense enough, as she assured herself more than once, to regulate her own conduct with propriety in any such emergency. During the dinner, M. Lacordaire conversed in his usual manner, but said nothing whatever about the visit to Polignac. He was very kind to Mimmy, and very courteous to her mother, but did not appear to be at all more particular than usual.
At any rate, everything had gone on very pleasantly since the acquaintance had been made. And now, so much having been explained, we will go back to the elaborate breakfast at the Hotel des Ambassadeurs. Mrs. Thompson, holding Mimmy by the hand, walked into the room some few minutes after the last bell had been rung, and took the place which was now hers by custom.
"I know it means that you are very much out of health, Mimmy, but I hope you will be well in the spring." "Jacquelina, it means death." "Oh, no! No, no! No, no! Not so! There's Miss Nancy Skamp has had a cough every winter ever since I knew her, and she's not dead nor likely to die, and you will be well in the spring," said the girl, changing color; and faltering in spite of herself.
"Don't talk so wildly, Jacquelina, you make me ill." "Do I, Mimmy? Oh, I didn't mean to worry you. Bear up, Mimmy; do try to bear up; don't fear; suppose he does turn me out. I am but a little girl, and food and clothing are cheap enough in the country, and any of our neighbors will take me in just for the fun I'll make them.
"Nonsense, child," said Mrs. Thompson; "hold your tongue. I don't know what can have put such stuff into your head." "But he does, mamma," said Mimmy, who rarely allowed her mother to put her down. Mrs. Thompson made no further answer, but again sat with her head resting on her hand. She also, if the truth must be told, was thinking of M. Lacordaire and his fondness for herself.
"Oh, mamma," said Lilian, "we thought you were lost; we have searched for you all over the chateau." "We have been sitting very quietly here, my dear, looking at the view," said Mrs. Thompson. "But, mamma, I do wish you'd see the mouth of the oracle. It is so large, and so round, and so ugly. I put my arm into it all the way," said Mimmy.
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