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They halted and listened. It was only one horse, and they could distinguish the voice of the rider urging the poor beast along, with not very gentle thuds of a whip. "It is Villemet's voice," said Tournier: "and he evidently hears us coming." And now was the critical time.
His fellow-prisoners had noticed his agitated manner and hasty departure after receiving the letter, and when he did not return to the barracks for some hours, they communicated with the officer of the guard, who lost no time in informing the Commandant. Major Kelly fancied Tournier might be with his friend at the Manor Farm, but, not being quite easy about it, he went there himself.
And then he went on to urge Tournier, for whom he had entertained the tenderest regard, that he would give up his bloody intention, and leave his enemy to God. He expostulated with him, used the most affectionate entreaties, appealed to the authority of his holy office. But all in vain.
And here it must not fail to be recorded, that Tournier was no longer the same man that he had been when first he arrived at Norman Cross a proud, bitterly disappointed, sensitive, angry man, who had lost what little faith he ever had in God. He was still a faulty character, no doubt. Poor erring men do not leap into perfection at a bound.
Only, at their first greeting, he thought it proper to shew a little sort of restraint in addressing Alice, and he could not but notice that this assumed restraint made her beaming face look rather grave. New the residence of J. A. Herbert, Esq., J.P. From photo. by Rev. One of the first things Tournier said he must see was the barracks.
Not a remark did he make: not a question did he ask. Then, when the tale was told, and Tournier was waiting for some reply, Cosin started from his chair, and began to pace up and down the room in extreme agitation. At length he stopped in front of the other, and said, sternly but sorrowfully, "Then, after all, you have given up God." "I hope not."
And she did so in the prettiest way imaginable, with all the simple grace of true kindness of heart. The effect on Tournier was reviving. It reminded him of happy days gone by, which he never thought to see again. Alice Cosin was a girl worth looking at. And the gallant captain could not refrain from doing so whenever it was possible without rudeness.
"What's the matter with Tournier?" said one of the officers; "he has broken through like a madman and gone after someone yonder, as if he meant to do him grievous bodily harm!" It was true. Tournier had uttered a strong exclamation, and broken through those in front of him with almost violence, and gone after somebody.
And if his true love, in France, had been watching him, she would have found no fault, if her love were as true as his. A jealous woman is a distrustful one; and a man who makes his own love first will always keep her first, however he may admire another. So it was, at all events, with Tournier. And how shall we describe the young lady? It shall be done briefly.
This emboldened him to go on. "You are traitors to your own countrymen." "You know," said Tournier calmly, "I cannot treat you for that insult as I would if free that is, if it were not beneath me to notice it from one like you." He sprung up and struck Tournier. They all sprung up. Tournier himself sprung up. A general fight seemed imminent.
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