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Then she sought the avocat, to discover whether he had any exact information as to Valmond's friends in Quebec, or in France. She had promised not to be his enemy, and she remembered with a sort of sorrow that she had told him she meant to be his friend; but, having promised, she would help him in his sore strait.
Then he rode down in front of Lajeunesse's men, the others sprang from the drays and fell into place, and soon the little army was marching, four deep, through the village. This was the official beginning of Valmond's fanciful quest for empire. The people had a phrase, and they had a man; and they saw no further than the hour.
She pushed him back with her stick contemptuously, looked Valmond over, ran her fingers down his cheek, felt his throat, and at last held his restless hand. Elise, with the quick intelligence of love, stood ready. The old woman caught the jug from her, swung it into the hollow of her arm, poured the cup half full, and motioned the girl to lift up Valmond's head.
This she did out of a large heart, and a kind of loyalty to her temperament and to his own ardour for his cause. Misfortune could not make her turn from a man; it was then she gave him a helping hand. What was between him and Elise was for their own souls and consciences. As she passed the little cottage in the field the third morning of Valmond's illness, she saw the girl entering.
She reached down towards it, but drew back as if in affright; for a dumb, desolating fear was upon her. But with that direful courage which is the last gift to the hopeless, she stooped down again, and her fingers touched Valmond's cold hands.
Here a lad came running to fetch the Little Chemist, and Medallion and he departed, but not without the auctioneer having pressed Valmond's hand warmly, for he was quick of emotion, and, like the avocat, he recognised, as he thought, the true word behind the dramatic trappings.
He murmured a prayer, and crossed himself thrice. The Cure made ready to read the office for the dying. "My son," he said, "do you truly and earnestly repent you of your sins?" Valmond's eyes suddenly grew misty, his breathing heavier. He scarcely seemed to comprehend. "I have paid the price I have loved you all. Parpon where are you? Elise!"
The bugle-call rang softly down the valley, echoed away tenderly in the hills, and was lost in the distance. Roused by the clear call, Elise rose from watching beside Valmond's couch, and turned towards the door of the tent. The spring of a perfect joy at his safety had been followed by an aching in all her body and a trouble at her heart.
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