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But the girl, whose whole being revolted against this scheme of her father's fabrication, felt naturally indignant and could not help exaggerating his faults. She felt greatly relieved when her father told her to prepare the supper. It may here be noted that Mr. Rougeant had now altogether dispensed with his Breton servant.
He was very careful about his tenure. He spoke in a voice which he endeavoured to soften; he uttered the best English which he could frame, for Mr. Rougeant spoke in English this time and when there was an opportunity of displaying his talents, he availed himself of it with eagerness. Once, he made a serious blunder. He talked about turnips which he had seen growing in a field close by.
Frank listened and answered as well as he could, making a remark now and then about agriculture which astonished the farmer considerably. He had the tact to respect Mr. Rougeant's feelings, and the latter was not slow in showing his appreciation of it. "You seem to know more about farming than I do," remarked Mr. Rougeant. Frank felt flattered.
I'd send a few shots into his dirty hide." One evening it was the first week in June, about nine months after Frank's adventure in the garden Adèle Rougeant was tending her flowers. She had been sewing for a time, and now, feeling a want of relaxation, she went to her parterre. Her violin and her flowers were her only companions. No wonder she fled to them when inclined to be sorrowful.
It was soon of a colour resembling peacock-blue. Noticing his discomposure, Miss Rougeant could not help sharing some of it, and, doubtless, things would soon have come to an awkward point for both, if Mr. Rougeant had not put in an appearance. "So this is the gentleman who saved your life?" said his daughter, speaking in English. In the same language Mr. Rougeant replied: "Yes, this is he."
He roused himself, brushed away the tell-tale tear with a quick movement of his right arm and whipped up his horse. "Are you hurt?" repeated the little girl who was not to be put off so easily. "No;" he answered, almost softly. "Trot; I like to see a horse trot," said the child. But Mr. Rougeant was looking round to see if he could discern someone searching for the child.
Rougeant enraged at his daughter's abhorrence of Tom, and Adèle deeply grieved at the condition of affairs. Alas! she knew her father well. She felt that a terrible battle would have to be fought some day; a conflict for love and liberty. And, raising her eyes to heaven, she prayed that she might have strength to support the fight.
"Bah! if it's only that, you will get to love him soon enough; I know you will." Then thinking by her demeanour that he had nearly won her over, he asked: "Shall I ask him to dinner next Sunday?" "You would only increase the contempt that I feel for him." Mr. Rougeant was not prepared for this.
Two, who generally passed for being a very Christian lady; then she added after a pause: "Miss Rougeant is, as everyone of us knows, good, well-bred and of refined taste." "I only recited what I had heard, of course I don't believe it," said Mrs. Martin, a little disconcerted.
"I hope you will not take my father's words too seriously," she said, "I am very sorry it's shocking I am exceedingly angry with him a fine way of thanking you you to whom he owes so much." As he pressed the delicate hand which she tended in farewell, Frank said: "I quite forgive Mr. Rougeant, there are strange natures," and he walked away. He had gone by the back door, why, he did not know.
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