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"I offer you a thousand respects, M. de Saint-Remy." "How Madame de la Vall I mean, how delighted Madame de Saint-Remy will be to see you! But come in. His royal highness is at breakfast must he be interrupted? Is the matter serious?" "Yes, and no, Monsieur de Saint-Remy. A moment's delay, however, would be disagreeable to his royal highness."
Louise blushed like a rose in June, but instead of replying, she ran and embraced her mother. "Madame," said she, "do you know that M. Malicorne is going to have me appointed maid of honor?" "M. Malicorne is a prince in disguise," replied the old lady, "he is all-powerful, seemingly." "Should you also like to be a maid of honor?" asked Malicorne of Madame de Saint-Remy.
Athos waved his hand, Raoul bowed, and D'Artagnan and Planchet set out. The count followed them with his eyes, his hands resting on the shoulders of the youth, whose height was almost equal to his own; but as soon as they were out of sight he said: "Raoul, we set out to-night for Paris." "Eh?" cried the young man, turning pale. "You may go and offer your adieux and mine to Madame de Saint-Remy.
If any one will give me back my daughter, I will be his servant, the servant of his dog, and he shall eat my heart if he will. She met M. le Cure of Saint-Remy, and said to him: 'Monsieur, I will till the earth with my finger-nails, but give me back my child! It was heartrending, Oudarde; and IL saw a very hard man, Master Ponce Lacabre, the procurator, weep. Ah! poor mother!
"Monsieur!" cried Madame de Saint-Remy, with an explosion of hilarity, "monsieur is your protector! Is the man whose credit is so powerful, and whose promises are as good as deeds, Monsieur Malicorne!" Malicorne bowed. As to Montalais, as her sole reply, she drew the brevet from her pocket, and showed it to the old lady. "Here is the brevet," said she. At once all was over.
Madame, who was not so preoccupied as her glorious spouse was, remarked this distraction of the page. "Well?" exclaimed she. "Well!" repeated Monsieur; "what is going on then?" M. de Saint-Remy, who had just introduced his head through the doorway, took advantage of the moment.
In the latest and best book on Marie Antoinette and the Diamond Necklace, L'Affaire du Collier, Monsieur Funck-Brentano does not tell the sequel of the story of Jeanne de la Motte, née de Saint-Remy, and calling herself de Valois. Her husband, at about the same time, was in Edinburgh, and had just escaped from being kidnapped by the French police.
"For the present, begone, M. de Bragelonne, for Madame de Saint-Remy is not over indulgent; and any indiscretion on her part might bring hither a domiciliary visit, which would be disagreeable to all parties." "But Louise how shall I know " "Begone! begone! King Louis XI. knew very well what he was about when he invented the post." "Alas!" sighed Raoul.
The Vidame even said that Nanoun's matrimonial chances already good, for the baggage had set half the lads of the country-side at loggerheads about her would be decidedly bettered by this discipline under Misè Fougueiroun: whose name long has been one to conjure with in all the kitchens between Saint-Remy and the Rhône.
For Riez, although in the lost depths of Provence, far from railways and tourists, is a bee-hive of industry, largely supplying the necessities of these secluded little towns. Its hat-making, rope factories, and tanneries are quite important; the shops of its main streets are not without a tempting attractiveness, and there is all the provincial stateliness of Saint-Remy with much less stagnancy.
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