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Turning on his heel Saint-Pierre beckoned to an under officer. "Pass these gentlemen to Captain Leslie: he is on duty in the King's ante-room. Don't fear, La Mothe, I will send word to Monsieur de Commines without delay. He is anxious about you, for he has been enquiring at the gates once this morning already." "Monsieur de Saint-Pierre, there is a lady behind us; she has ridden all night "
Once outside the door he paused. Between Saint-Pierre, Leslie, and himself no love was lost, but the bond of a united watchfulness against a common danger bound them to mutual service. "Where was it from?" asked Saint-Pierre. But Commines shook his head, running his fingers inside the collar of his doublet significantly.
He would have given much to have shaken off La Mothe now that the gates were passed, and have forced his way to the King alone; but the attempt might waken that suspicion which slept so lightly in Valmy. While he paused, La Mothe answered, deciding the question. "Unfortunately, yes, Monsieur de Saint-Pierre. Will you please tell Monsieur de Commines that I have arrived?" "Is it arrest?
"Good, you say Alexandre-Honore, with Montoir the wheelwright, at Saint-Pierre, near Rougemont, in Calvados. Well, my friend, oblige me by continuing your researches; endeavor to procure me some precise information about this boy's habits and disposition. Be prudent, too; don't give anybody's name. And thanks for what you have done already; thanks for all you are doing for me."
Quick to note the richer dress he drew his own conclusion. Waiting for neither question nor explanation he again held out the signet. "Monsieur de Saint-Pierre, we must see the King at once at once, you understand. Here is my authority." "But I do not know you? No stranger can " "But you know this!" Molembrais cut him short.
The Abbe's nimble intelligence had a weak side, which must have somewhat compromised his influence. He was so confident in the reasonableness of his projects that he always believed that if they were fairly considered the ruling powers could not fail to adopt them in their own interests. It is the nature of a reformer to be sanguine, but the optimism of Saint-Pierre touched naivete.
Tasteful and virtuous Bernardin de Saint-Pierre! the daughters of France admire you! All this time her doll is headless in the cabinet. The mud pie is broken on the road. She is tired of loving, and she marries. Her mother thinks it, on the whole, the best thing. As the day approaches, she is found frequently in tears.
On Tuesday, August 28, Guynemer, having been obliged to come to Paris again for repairs to his airplane, went to Saint-Pierre de Chaillot. It was not exceptional for him to visit this old church; he loved to prepare himself there for his battle. One of the officiating priests has written since his death of "his faith and the transparency of his soul."
He would, of course, send you word immediately. Or Leslie? or Saint-Pierre?" But after each name Commines made a gesture of dissent, pushing the paper into his pocket at the last to end the questioning. "Not from any of these?" said mademoiselle. "Who, then, has written? Surely the Dauphin has a right to know?" "Tristan," answered Commines, and, turning, he looked her full in the face.
On Sunday, the 26th of November, 1631, there was great excitement in the little town of Loudun, especially in the narrow streets which led to the church of Saint-Pierre in the marketplace, from the gate of which the town was entered by anyone coming from the direction of the abbey of Saint-Jouin-les-Marmes.
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