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This history would be strangely incomplete if no mention were made of the coincidence of the Chevalier de Valois's death occurring at the same time as that of Suzanne's mother. The chevalier died with the monarchy, in August, 1830. He had joined the cortege of Charles X. at Nonancourt, and piously escorted it to Cherbourg with the Troisvilles, Casterans, d'Esgrignons, Verneuils, etc.
Suzanne's eyes as she sought those of Sir Andrew plainly told him that she thought that HE at any rate rescued his fellowmen from terrible and unmerited death, through a higher and nobler motive than his friend would have her believe. "How many are there in your brave league, Monsieur?" she asked timidly. "Twenty all told, Mademoiselle," he replied, "one to command, and nineteen to obey.
As an able and underhand enemy to the latter, she did him much secret harm in the interests of her son; from whom, by the bye, she carefully concealed all such proceedings. After this explanation it is easy to understand the importance which Suzanne's lie, confided to Madame Granson, was about to acquire.
He embraced her with a father's tender and affectionate look, and for some time gazed upon Suzanne's clear eyes: No, he said to himself, there can be no vice in this young soul; is not this calm brow and these pure eyes the evidence of the purity of her soul?
Oliver pulled at one ear lobe, off balance. "I'm asking Him to take this want out of me." Suzanne's voice trailed off. "I don't think I can do it by myself." Oliver's cheeks grew hot. "I was going to cut my hair practically off, but I couldn't." "I'm glad you didn't." She looked at him, helpless again. "What are we going to do?" "I don't know," Oliver said. "I have the want, too."
Now, at her bidding, Zinti set Suzanne's saddle upon the back of the schimmel, and Ralph's on that of Suzanne's grey mare, which he mounted that the mule might travel lighter.
But one morning her sister, her little sister Marguerite, then only twelve years old, threw herself into Suzanne's arms, sobbing: "Sister, I don't want you to be unhappy. I don't want you to mourn all your life. I'll never leave you never, never, never! I shall never marry, either. I'll stay with you always always!"
Angela paused at the ominous note in his voice, the determined quality of his attitude. She was surprised and amazed at the almost rough manner in which he put her aside. He had taken Suzanne's hand, he, her husband, and was begging her to be calm. "Oh, Eugene," said Angela desperately, frightened and horrified, her anger half melted in her fears, "you don't know what you are doing!
"I meant it," said she. "But I suppose I must forgive you now. You've been so brave, and you're so much hurt." And the duchess' eyes expressed a gratifying admiration of my powers. I fingered my arm, which lay comfortably enough in the bandages and the sling that Suzanne's care had provided for it. And I rose to my feet.
Oliver drove steadily, stopping early, and taking walks at the end of each day. His mind remained knotted in Maine. He went over and over conversations with Jennifer. She had been consistent, always herself cheerfully ambitious, social, not right for him. He tried not to think about Emma. Three mornings later he found the Jacksonville Post Office. Myron's check was there; Suzanne's was not.
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