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Of course, he couldn't have known that Ellaline had taken the name of de Nesville, but as he had heard that de Nesville was her mother's maiden name, it wasn't difficult for a budding Sherlock Holmes to put two and two together. You see how much worse the position is now, both for Ellaline and me, and that the little wretch didn't exaggerate when he boasted that I'm more "in his power" than ever.
And now the shells were streaming into the woods, falling like burning stars from the heavens, bursting over the tree-tops; the racket of tearing, splintering limbs was in his ears, the dull shock of a shell exploding in the mud, the splash of fragments in the river. Behind him a red flare, ever growing, wavering, bursting into crimson radiance, told him that the Château de Nesville was ablaze.
Lorraine, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at him silently, but her eyes were full of a horror and anguish that Grahame could not help seeing. "The Emperor is with the army yet," he said, cheerfully. "Who knows what may happen in the next twenty-four hours? Mademoiselle de Nesville, there are many shots to be fired yet for the honour of France." "Yes," said Lorraine.
She could not repress the mischievous accent on the "too." "Are you going to drive?" "No; I shall walk unless you are in a hurry." "No more than you are, dear," she said, gravely. He looked at her with sudden suspicion, but she was not smiling. "Very well," he said, gloomily. About eleven o'clock he had sauntered half the distance down the forest road that leads to the Château de Nesville.
And the Emperor himself grew younger, they said. "Then came the news that the expected heir, a son, had been born dead! Lies! "I, Gilbert de Nesville, was in the forest when the Empress of the French fell ill. When separated from the others she called to Morny, and bade him drive for the love of Heaven! And they drove they drove to the Trianon, and there was no one there.
No doubt some have grappled with this difficulty very cleverly. Modjeska, for instance, Bandmann, Mlle. Béatrice, Marius, Juliette Nesville and the lady who played here as Madame Simon le Bargy. The memory of few goes back to Fechter, and it would hardly be tactful to refer on this topic to several American players.
"The Château de Nesville?" asked Marche, astonished; "are you Lorraine?" "Yes! I'm Lorraine. Didn't you know it?" "Lorraine de Nesville?" he repeated, curiously. "Yes! How dares that German to come into my woods and make maps and carry them back across the Rhine! I have seen him before twice drawing and measuring along the park wall. I told my father, but he thinks only of his balloons.
"No," said Grahame, seriously; "and you also will be of that opinion some day, mademoiselle." His kindly, humourous eyes turned inquiringly from Jack to Lorraine and from Lorraine to Jack. He was puzzled, perhaps, but did not betray it. They were not married, because Lorraine was Mademoiselle de Nesville and Jack was Monsieur Marche. Cousins? Probably. Engaged? Probably.
Breathless, haggard, he planted his heels in the turf, and, dropping the noose, set one foot on it. All around him horsemen crowded up, lances slung from their elbows, helmets nodding as the restive horses wheeled. And now for the first time he saw the Marquis de Nesville, face like a death-mask, one hand on the edge of the wicker balloon-car, which stood in the midst of a circle of cavalry.
"The matter the matter is this: I I Lorraine de Nesville am afraid! I am afraid! It is fear it is fear!" "Fear?" he asked, gently. "Yes!" she cried. "Yes, it is fear! I cannot help it I never before knew it that I I could be afraid. Don't don't leave us my father and me!" she cried, passionately. "We are so alone there in the house I fear the forest I fear "
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