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Peter Vibart!" "Spirits of the Wood, I charge ye who is he that shall love with a love mightier than most who shall suffer greatly for love and because of it who shall think of it by day, and dream of it o' nights who is he that must die to find love and the fulness of life? O Spirits of the Wood, I charge ye!"
Madame had left the place immediately afterwards. Jules Vibart, and, what was of more importance, Jules Vibart's sweetheart, thought that this call and the departure were cause and effect. Only one thing Jules would not discuss. That was the reason why Marie had left her mistress. Of that he could or would say nothing. If I wished to know, I must go to Montpellier and ask her.
Vibart, your excellent cousin is forever up to something or other, and has escaped the well-merited consequences, more than once, owing to his friendship with, and the favor of his friend " "George?" said I. "Exactly!" said my companion, raising himself on his elbow, and nodding: "George." "Have you ever heard mention of Tom Cragg, the Pugilist?"
I remembered that not so long ago the famous Buck and Corinthian Sir Maurice Vibart had been found shot to death in just such another desolate place as this. And there was my own long-dead father! "They fought in a little wood not so far from here!" These, my uncle George's words, seemed to ring in my ears and, shivering, I stopped to glance about me full of sick apprehension.
The sigh led Vibart to look at her, and the look led him to the unwelcome conclusion that Irene "took after" her mother. It was certainly not from the sapless paternal stock that the girl had drawn her warm bloom: Mrs. Carstyle had contributed the high lights to the picture. Mrs. Carstyle caught his look and appropriated it with the complacency of a vicarious beauty.
"Oh, I shan't do that," she says; "I have felt so married to Roger for years, that it would be positively indecent of me, even now, to fall in love with any one. In fact I couldn't." "I daresay, after all, you like him well enough," says Miss Vibart, with her low, soft laugh. "Mark Gore says you are exactly suited to each other."
Carstyle it was with the expectation of living in New York and of keeping my carriage; and there is no reason for our not doing so there is no reason, Mr. Vibart, why my daughter Ireen should have been denied the intellectual advantages of foreign travel. I wish that to be understood.
"You knew he was innocent?" says Miss Vibart. Unfortunately her tone is one of inquiry. She has her hands clasped in her lap and is looking steadily at Dulce, who is watching her intently from the railings of the balcony, where she stands framed in by roses. Miss Vibart's fan has slipped to the ground; she is really interested in this story. May not the hero of it prove an absorbing study?
Yet, little by little, this bird changed, and lo! in its place was a new Peter Vibart standing upon the old; and the New trampled the Old down into the grass, and it was gone. Then, with his eyes on the stars, the new Peter Vibart fell a-singing, and the words I sang were these: "For her love I carke, and care, For her love I droop, and dare, For her love my bliss is bare. And I wax wan!"
"That remains to be seen, Mr. Vibart," said he, and speaking, turned upon his heel. "One moment," said I, "was not your cousin, Sir Jasper, of the middle height, slim-built and fair-haired, with a habit of plucking at his lips when at all nervous or excited?" "Exactly; you know him, sir?" "No," I answered, "but I have seen him, very lately, and I say again to stop this duel is an impossibility."
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