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For I would have walked cheerfully over the burning ploughshares of old, lived again through the hideous nightmare of the burning ship and raft, nay, clasped hands with the spectre of La Vigne himself, had it offered to lead me to purgatory, rather than have married the knave, the liar, the half-breed Gregory! My resolution was soon made.
"Pierre Sandeau, my friend," opened La Vigne with a whimper, "I followed you up here to weep with you." "You did well," replied the miller bluntly, "for I am a ruined man with the parish to feed, unless the Seminaire fathers take pity on me." "Yes, you have lost more than all of us," said La Vigne.
Only as they reached and entered the hotel, she pressed Scott's hand for a moment in both her own. "Well, Dinah, my dear, are you ready?" Rose de Vigne, very slim and graceful, with her beautiful hair mounted high above her white forehead and falling in a shower of golden ringlets behind after the style of a hundred years ago, stood on the threshold of Dinah's room, awaiting permission to enter.
Luncheon over, she went up to dress and to finish the packing of the new trunks which were to accompany her upon her honeymoon. She had not even yet begun to realize these strange belongings of hers. She could no longer visualize herself as a bride. She looked upon all the finery as destined for another, possibly Rose de Vigne, but emphatically not for herself.
"But you didn't say it," said Scott. "A near thing!" commented Eustace. "I had no idea Miss de Vigne was so smitten. Stumpy, you'll be best man. You'll have to console her." "I believe the best man has to console everybody," said Scott. "You are peculiarly well fitted for the task," said his brother, setting down his cup and pulling out a cigarette-case. "Be quick and quench your thirst, Dinah.
Then wee bethought our selues of those which might bee most sufficient, among whome wee choose two, one of whom was named Monsieur Saint Cler, and the other Monsieur de la Vigne, to whom we deliuered candles and Lanterns to goe round about the fort to viewe the watch because of the foule and foggie weather.
The best thing would have been to get Nevill to Algiers, but since that was impossible, he must travel in a bassour, by easy stages, to Touggourt. Instead of two days' journey they must make it three, or more if necessary, and he De Vigne would go with them to put his patient into the hands of the army surgeon at Touggourt.
"It's hard to believe, isn't it, that seven years ago she was even lovelier than the beautiful Miss de Vigne, only in a very different style?" "Not in the least," Dinah assured him. "She is far lovelier than Rose now. She must have been beautiful." "She was," said Scott. "She was like Eustace, except that she was always much softer than he is.
Her appearance, overnight, it seemed, had improved; her color was deeper, a delicate flush burned at any surprise in her cheeks, and the miracle of her body was perfected. It wasn't, Linda continued silently, that Vigne could ever follow the example of Stella Condon through the hotels and lives of men partly bald, prodigal, and with distant families.
Van de Werve, who accompanied them to the door, and admiring Simon Turchi's kindness, he followed them with his eyes as long as they were in sight. After having accompanied Deodati to his residence, Simon Turchi went to his own dwelling near the bridge De la Vigne.
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