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"And you were there?" said Mr. de Saussure, suddenly appealing to me. "Not at Manasses," I said. "No, but close by; held in durance in the capital, with liberators so near. It seems to me very stupid of Beauregard not to have gone in and set you free." "Free?" said I, smiling. "I was free."
It is singularly fortunate that such remarkable appearances, as are found in the rocks of this place, had called the attention of M. de Saussure to investigate a subject so interesting to the present theory; and it is upon this, as well as on many other occasions, that the value of those observations of natural history will appear.
There were maps of mountains on the walls; also one or two lithographs of celebrated guides, and a portrait of the scientist De Saussure. In glass cases were some labeled fragments of boots and batons, and other suggestive relics and remembrances of casualties on Mount Blanc.
I hardly knew where the line was passed, between quiet conversaziones and brilliant and courtly assemblies. It was passed when I was unwitting of it, or when I felt unable to help it. My mother had been so much alienated by my behaviour toward Marshall and De Saussure, that I thought it needful to please her by every means in my power, short of downright violation of conscience.
"You should not ask," he said more gently as he sat down by me; "you have no relish for these things. Even the cause of liberty cannot sweeten them to you." "Who is Lyon, De Saussure?" my father repeated. "A Connecticut fellow." The tone of these words, in its utter disdain, was inexpressible. "Connecticut?" said my father. "Has the war got into New England? That cannot be."
"Pretty heavy figures," said Mr. Marshall. "Why are they not true, Miss Randolph?" Mr. de Saussure asked, bending as before a most deferential look upon me. "And look here, in what interest are you, Daisy?" my brother continued. "Nothing is gained by blinking the truth anywhere, Ransom." "No, that is true," said my father.
Some of these transverse barriers were formerly pointed out by Saussure below the glacier of the Rhone, as proving how far it had once transgressed its present boundaries.
Here M. de Saussure, who is always more anxious to establish truth, than preserve theory, gives up the formation of the alpine strata by crystallization. Let us now see how he acknowledges the evidence of softness in those strata. It is in his description of the Val de Mont Joye, Tom. 2d. page 173.
But the Boy hurried on. "No, no," he said, "I should feel as if I had been spying on the dead through a keyhole. I want to buy something at the shops." "And I want to see the statue of Horace de Saussure, the first man who ever got to the top of Mont Blanc," said I, with reproachful meaning in my tone.
Miss Randolph, your mother has spoken the next honour belongs to you." "The worthiest object of life?" I said. "Is that the question?" "It will not be a question, when you have answered it," De Saussure said gallantly. "You will not like my answer," I said. "I should think it would be, To please God." "But that is not an answer, pardon me.
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