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But never to you, to save your name and your race and your throne never!" He fairly frothed at the lips as he spoke; his eyes blazed. "Your coup-d'état made me childless! I had a son, fairer than yours, who lies asleep in there brave, gentle, loving a son of mine, a De Nesville!
Lorraine bent nearer as the old man said: "The Château de Nesville is a mass of cinders; Morteyn, a stone skeleton. Pierre is dead. There are many dead there many, many dead. The Prussians burned Saint-Lys yesterday; they shot Bosquet, the letter-carrier; they hung his boy to the railroad trestle, then shot him to pieces.
And you are the young nephew of the Vicomte de Morteyn, and that is the little châtelaine De Nesville! Coeur Dieu! Have the Prussians brutalized you, too? Answer me, Monsieur Marche I know you and I know the little châtelaine oh, I know! I, who have watched you at your pretty love-making there in the De Nesville forest, while I was setting my snares for pheasants and hares! Dame! One must live!
Dorothy raised her head with an icy smile. "Is it honourable to confess such a thing?" she asked, in steady tones. "But but you knew it, for you saw me " he stammered. "I did not!" she flashed out, and walked straight into the house. "Dorrie!" cried her brother as she swept by him, "what do you think? Lorraine de Nesville is coming this evening!"
The darkness was impenetrable, so he let the horse find his own path, and gave himself up to a profound dejection that at times amounted to blind fear. Before his eyes he saw the pallid face of the Marquis de Nesville, he saw the man stretched on the floor, horribly still; that was the worst, the stillness of the body.
"Your name?" said the man who had touched him on the shoulder. He did not reply at once. One of the men began to laugh. "He's the vicomte's nephew," said another; and, pointing at Lorraine, who, now aroused, sat up on the moss beside Jack, he continued: "And that is the little châtelaine of the Château de Nesville." He took off his straight-visored cap.
He felt in the breast of his dolman for the packet, adjusted his sabre, and turned to Lorraine. "There is a squadron of the Remount Cavalry over in that meadow I can get a horse there," he said. "Thank you, Jack. Good-by, Mademoiselle de Nesville, you have been more than generous."
That is, he thought he couldn't be mistaken, but made sure by inquiring, until he hit upon someone who could tell him that a Mademoiselle de Nesville had come to stay with Mrs. and Miss McNamarra.
When she rose Jack replaced his cap, but said nothing. They stood side by side, looking out across the woods, where, behind a curtain of mist and rain, the single turret of the Château de Nesville was hidden. She seemed restless and preoccupied, and he, answering aloud her unasked question, said, "I am going to search the forest to-day.
Oh, that African sun sets things growing! I'm lieutenant, too." "Does the African sun also influence your growth in the line of promotion?" asked Jack, grinning. "Same old farceur, too!" mused Georges. "Now, what the mischief are you doing here? Oh, you are staying at Morteyn?" "Yes." "I er I used to visit another house er near by. You know the Marquis de Nesville?" asked Georges, innocently.
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