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He wants me for his wife, a purchase, you perceive." Elizabeth Montier did not heed the scorn and bitterness of these words, as Mlle. Desperiers spoke them. The blood in her veins seemed turning to fire, it swept through her body and brain like the flood of a volcano, and she thought, she who knew the prisoner's life, and all that captivity was to him,
At such a price he paid for fights against the Church! But in truth he had not the look of an evil, warring man. His gravity, indeed, was such as it seemed impossible to dispel. But only pity stirred the heart of Elizabeth Montier as she looked on him. Surely it was a face that never, in any excess of passion, could have looked malignance.
"This is Foray," said Elizabeth, exposing now the token that would instantly make all plain and equal between them. "I should have sent it to you, Madam, when I wrote; but there was more to be done, and so I came. I am Elizabeth Montier. I am a soldier's daughter; so, he said, are you." The lady's answer was not at first by speech.
How proudly and how tenderly she spoke that name! To hear her soothed the heart of Elizabeth Montier, soothed her, and made her strong. "Is that his name?" she asked, pointing to the portrait. "We call him Manuel." She paused a moment, but not for an answer. Before Madeline could speak, she went on, "If you can hear me, I will tell you of him, and why I am here." "Tell me all.
J. Abbott, Registrar, Bursar, Secretary, and Lecturer in Ancient and Modern History, Geography and Logic, was supposed to receive a salary of £100, and in addition several small fees from students, which amounted the previous year to only £4 5s.; L. D. Montier, Lecturer in French, received £30 a year, and the Beadle, F. Hewitt, was given £12; the Lecturer in Hebrew, the Rev.
And more than once Montier walked home that way; and if it chanced that he had his horn or his drum with him, he marched at quickstep, and played the liveliest tunes, and emerged from the shadows of the wood with a spirit undaunted. He had played for the prisoner, whom he had never yet seen, but not more for him than for himself.
The proclamation of Stephen Cordier's pardon would instantly make broad the way to Château Desperiers. She came of a proud race, and he reckoned on her pride. Let us not glory in that old man's defeat, for he died ere his enemy received, through Elizabeth Montier, life, and the joy of life.
Is this house going to be the death of you?" asked Montier, abruptly, referring the point with stern authority, to the last person who would be likely to acknowledge the danger of which he spoke. "If you think so, papa and mamma, I must give up the voyage, just to prove that you are mistaken," answered she. "Look at her, Adolphus!" said Pauline; "remember what she was a year ago!
Elizabeth Montier crossed the threshold of the apartment where the old warrior and statesman sat amongst books and papers, without dismay ruling by pen and voice, as confident in himself, when he took up these weapons, as in the former time of sword and powder. His practice was to receive all petitioners, all should have audience. But he made short work of business.
Then, but as it seemed of chance, and not of purpose, the eyes of Elizabeth Montier turned toward the prison-wall, and fixed upon that window, the solitary one visible from the garden, and her face flushed in a manner that told her surprise when she saw a man behind the iron bars. "Oh," said she, looking away quickly, as if conscious of a wrong done, "what made you tell me?"
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