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Updated: June 11, 2025
For a moment or two I did not dare to look at Doris, and then I felt that her disbelief mattered little, so long as it did not enter as an influencing factor into the present situation. Under a sky as blue and amid nature poetical as a drop-curtain, one's moral nature dozes. No doubt that was it. There is an English church at Plessy, but really!
I do not like those English muslins, sold at the price of their weight in gold, and which do not look half as well as beautiful white leno. Wear leno, cambric, or silk, ladies, and then my manufactures will flourish." I wondered if he would remember the face of the man pushed against his wheel and called an assassin, when the Marquis du Plessy named me to him as the citizen Lazarre.
And that would have been a dishonour of which a gallant man is incapable, is it not so? I read it and I did not read the name." "But you took pains, Captain Plessy, that we should know the name before you read the letter." "I? Did I mention a name?" exclaimed Plessy with an air of concern and a smile upon his mouth which gave the lie to the concern. "Ah, yes, a long while ago.
One cannot remember everything, and I have forgotten at what station these people got out; they bade me a kindly farewell, telling me that in about two hours and a half I should be at Plessy, and that I should have to change at the next station, and this lag end of my journey dragged itself out very wearily.
"Serves him right. Is the Marquis du Plessy at the chateau?" Her face grew shaded, as a cloud chases sunlight before it across a meadow. "Do you mean the new marquis, the old marquis' cousin, monsieur? He went away directly after the burial." "What burial?" "The old marquis' burial. That was before St. John's day." "Be careful what you say, my child!" "Didn't you know he was dead, monsieur?"
Amused by the idea of Jason or Paris or Menelaus in Plessy, I asked Doris what music was played by the local orchestra, and she told me it played "The March of Aida" every evening.
The Indian silently entered the Du Plessy hotel after dusk, crestfallen and suspicious. He brought nothing but a letter, left in Doctor Chantry's room; and no other trace remained of Doctor Chantry. "What has he done with himself, Skenedonk?" I exclaimed. The Oneida begged me to read that we might trail him.
I am afraid that when I confess that I did not speak to Doris of marriage I shall forfeit the good opinion of my reader, who will, of course, think that a love story with such an agreeable creature as Doris merited a lifetime of devotion; but I pray the reader to discover an excuse for me in the fact that Doris had told me when we were at Plessy that there was no question of her marrying any one but Albert.
"I knew your picture on the snuffbox." "What snuffbox?" "The one in the queen's jewel-case." "Where did you find that jewel-case?" "Do you remember the Marquis du Plessy?" "Yes. A lukewarm loyalist, if loyalist at all in these times." "My best friend." "I will say for him that he was not among the first emigrés.
"Such small exploits should be expected from a soldier. One brave man may say that to another, is it not so? and still not be thought to be angling for praise," and Captain Plessy went up the steps, wondering who it was that had drawn the long sharp breath of suspense, and uttered the long sigh of immense relief. The landlord or Lieutenant Faversham?
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