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Updated: June 20, 2025
No bright-winged bird, fair flower, or gorgeous sunset or sea-wave, was more distinct to the child's eyes than the hues of the same notes, stately as palm or pine, red as crimson, white as wool, rich and full as violet, softly compelling as amethyst. Pauline Montier was by nature as active and diligent as Adolphus.
Sandy, who might have regarded himself in the light of an "humble instrument," had he been capable of a particle of vanity or presumption, told Elizabeth Montier, with whom he had held many a conference concerning prison matters, since Manuel first began to walk along the southern garden-walk, where the flower-beds lay against the prison-wall. What was her answer?
They were afraid somebody that didn't know how long you have been here, and how much you have suffered, would get the place; so they all came together and asked for it. They had a pretty little house up nigh the barracks, but they gave it up to come here. You'll see Montier to-night.
"Banishment, a prisoner for life," said he, for the first time explaining to any person his dread sentence. Elizabeth Montier quietly pondered the words thus spoken. "If you had your freedom," said she, "would you go back to your own country? Your breakfast is cooling, Sir."
The Church took care of itself, and appeared neither the oppressor nor the Saviour of the world. What they had fought about in the first years of the possession of Foray, Montier could hardly have told, and yet he was no fool.
Whereat the jailer spoke again, and with a lighter heart. "I am glad you're in luck this time, for you are. You don't know who is coming to take the charge, come, I mean, for they are all in, and settled. That's Montier, the little girl's father. He is a drummer, and a little of everything else. It's his horn that you hear sometimes.
A vessel was approaching the shore of Foray. Having disposed of his prisoner, the jailer in turn was marched, like one under arrest, up to the fort, where he remained, an object of suspicion, until his time came for sailing, and, without knowing it, he went home under guard. When Adolphus Montier ascended to the prisoner's room that night, he found him standing by the window.
Into the library of this ancient mansion Elizabeth Montier was ushered by the old gray servant. There she might wait the return of his mistress; at what hour the return should be anticipated he could not undertake to say.
"I am the daughter of Adolphus and Pauline Montier. My father is a drummer in the military band of Foray. He is also present keeper of the prison where Stephen Cordier is confined." "Very well. Does he know your errand here?" "He does not.
As in the days of Joan Laval, a woman was now sometimes in attendance on the prisoner. But in not one particular did Pauline Montier resemble Joan Laval. She called herself a soldier's wife, and was exact and brave accordingly.
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