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Updated: June 3, 2025
Up, my Vagres! Up! The sun is high! We have in these carts still much booty left to be distributed on our way. Let us proceed, little Odille and beautiful bishopess! Let us pillage the seigneurs, and give freely to the poor! Let us keep only just enough to feast upon to-night in the fastness of Allange under the dome of the stately old oak trees. On the march!
Approaching the hermit-laborer and the little girl, both of whom had kept their places as they gazed up at the sky, Ronan said to her in a merry voice: "Will you dance, little Odille? The reel is started; it will last until dawn." The young girl shook her head melancholically, made no answer, and continued to gaze at the sky. "Odille, what is it you are dreaming about as you gaze at the moon?
He avowed sentiments disloyal to the heiress who wore his name and jewels, and insulting to me had I been what he supposed me, merely Odille Orme a pretty actress. I repulsed and derided him, forbidding him my presence; and none can appreciate the exquisite delight it afforded me to humiliate and torture him.
Potter gave me a Boston paper, containing an article marked with ink, which she said she wished me to read, because it would edify a Sunday-school pupil. It was a letter from Italy, describing one of the theatres there, where Madame Odille Orme was playing 'Medea. I cut out the letter, gave it to Mr. Hargrove, and asked him if it meant my mother.
"How you barb with keen regret the mortifying reflection that I, alas! cannot as an American lay claim to a moiety of your chivalric allegiance! Ill-fated Odille Orme!" The stinging sarcasm in the liquid voice perplexed him, and the strange lambent light that seemed now and then to ray out of the brilliant eyes that had never wandered from his, sent an uncomfortable thrill over him.
Courage, no weakness! Remember that our mothers themselves put their beloved little ones to death. What! You hesitate your hands drop down again! You weep!" "I have not the courage I cannot." "Craven soul!" "No, Ronan, I am no craven. No were she my daughter I would kill her." "I understand. Odille is a stranger to you you cannot love her enough to decide to kill her.
The young girl's cheeks must once have been full and rosy; they now were hollow and pale. The infantine figure, bearing the stamp of suffering, was painful to behold. As the young slave stepped into the chapel a feeling of sadness came over Ronan; his very voice betrayed his emotion when he addressed her: "What is your name, my child?" "I am called Odille." "Where were you born?"
René Laurance never broke a promise, never forfeited a pledge; and to keep his name unsullied, his honour stainless, is his sole religion. Odille, my Queen " She rose and waved him back. "Spare me rapsodies that accord neither with your years nor my sentiments. Understand, it is a mere bargain and a sale, and I am carefully arranging the conditions.
"There are seven of them! They are on horseback! They are leading a gang of chained men! Up, my Vagres! Death to the leudes! Freedom to the slaves!" "Death to the leudes! Freedom to the slaves!" shouted the Vagres and ran to their arms. "The Franks have come to capture me and take me back to the burg of the count!" cried little Odille. "Oh, Ronan, protect me!"
More and more astonished, little Odille was hardly able to recognize her friend. The dare-devil and merry Vagre had become pensive and grave. "Yes, yes, my child! Recite that chant to us with your sweet voice of fifteen years," put in the hermit. "But not here the dance and yonder wild carousal, although far enough away, would drown your voice " "The hermit is right.
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