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She went attired as a boudoir-shepherdess or demurely-coquettish Sevres-china Ninette, such of whom Louis Quinze would chuck the chin down the deadly introductory walks of Versailles. The reason of her desiring to go was the fatal sin of curiosity, and, therefore, her sex's burden, not hers.
He paused and a deep melancholy spread over the features until the eyes might truly have been those of broken dreams gazing seaward from the rocks of St. Helena. He glanced again at the pages and quoted softly. "Ninette, Ninette, remember the Old Guard!" After that he laid the book aside and turned the thumbed pages of the blank book. These were pages scrawled across in a boy's round hand.
It is true, however, that I have not been to the club for three days. I have made a wager with Kami-Bey, you know that rich Turk and as our sittings are eight or ten hours long, we play in his apartments at the Grand Hotel. And so you are to be married," the baron continued, after a slight pause. "Ah, well! I know one person who won't be pleased." "Who, pray?" "Ninette Simplon."
Dora, for heaven's sake, do speak!" Dora had been trying to speak, but she could not get in a word edgewise. At last she said timidly, "It was an arrow!" A flood of lamentations followed. Aunt Ninette flew up and down the room wringing her hands and crying, "An arrow! an arrow! You have been shot! Shot in the arm! You will have a stiff arm all your life! You will be a cripple!
I remember it so well: the long, cool porch, the wonderful gold-of-Ophir roses, the honeysuckle where the linnets nested, the mocking birds that sang all night long; the perfume of the jasmine, of the orange-blossoms, the pink flame of the peach trees in April, the ever-changing color of the mountains. And I remember Ninette, my little Creole mother, gay as a butterfly, carefree as a meadow-lark.
Presently she heard her aunt come into the room, and she raised her head and tried to control herself, for she dreaded the scene that she knew was coming. And it came cries and sobs, loud groans and lamentations. Aunt Ninette declared that she could never bear this terrible blow; she did not know which way to turn, nor what to do first.
"I am happy, that is all," said Erica. "You would be happy if the year of freedom were just dawning for you. Three months more and I shall be home." She was like a child in her exultant happiness, far more child-like, indeed, than the grave little Ninette whom she was nursing. "Thou art not dignified enough for a teacher," said the fraulein, laughingly. "She is no teacher," cried the girls.
Released the same morning, and told that Ninette had been cast into the sea, Foulques and Hugues, fully believing that so it was, came home, thinking how they should console their ladies for the death of their sister; but, though Madeleine was at great pains to conceal Ninette, Foulques nevertheless, to his no small amazement, discovered that she was there; which at once excited his suspicion, for he knew that the Duke had been enamoured of Madeleine; and he asked how it was that Ninette was there.
They had only a narrow alley to cross to reach their own rooms opposite. The next afternoon, as Dora and her father seated themselves on their favorite bench under the lindens, the child asked, "Papa, is it possible that Aunt Ninette never knew the verse you repeated to her last night?" "Oh yes, my child, she has always known the lines," replied the Major.
Ninette, who, he had made believe, had been set in a sack, and was to be sunk in the sea that same night, he took with him, and presented her to her sister in requital of the night's joyance, which, as he parted from her on the morrow, he prayed her might not be the last, as it was the first, fruit of their love, at the same time enjoining her to send the guilty lady away that she might not bring reproach upon him, nor he be compelled to deal rigorously with her again.
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