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He took one of the packets of pasteboard slips form his desk, and shuffling them like a pack of cards, continued, "Your name is Marie Paul Violaine. You were born at Poitiers, in the Rue des Vignes, on the 5th of January, 1843, and are therefore in your twenty-fourth year." "That is quite correct, sir." "You are an illegitimate child?"
She put on the white muslin frock which she had worn for dinner ever since she had been with the de Vignes. It gave her a fairylike daintiness that had a charm of its own of which she was utterly unconscious. Perhaps fortunately, she had no time to think of her appearance.
"Who have fallen, Sir Louis?" "Five more of the knights of my galley Pierre des Vignes, Raoul de Montpelier, Ernest Schmidt, Raymond Garcia, and Albert Schenck. Here is the list of the knights of Santoval's galley." "'Tis a long list, and a sad one," Piccolomini said, after reading the names. "With the seven who fell in your first fight, twenty-seven knights have fallen, all brave comrades.
He went to the door and paused, his back towards her. "I came in," he said then, "to tell you that the de Vignes have offered to put us up at their place for the wedding. And I have accepted." He waited for some rejoinder but she made none. It was as if she had not heard. Her eyes had the impotent, stricken look of one who has searched dim distances for some beloved object and searched in vain.
Besides, people do not remain furious, you know. They cool down, and then they are generally ashamed of themselves. Don't let us talk about your mother!" "The de Vignes then," said Dinah, turning from the subject with relief. "Tell me what happened! Was the Colonel very angry?" Scott's mouth twitched slightly. "Not in the least," he said. "Not really!"
I was presently seated at a long table with about a dozen others of both sexes, all relatives or old friends. They belonged to the small town of Severac, and had driven in two queer countrified vehicles about fifteen miles in order to spend a happy day at Les Vignes. They were terribly noisy, but boundlessly good-natured.
Towards mid-day I reached the village of Les Vignes, which takes its name from the vineyards which have long been cultivated here, where the gorge widens somewhat, and offers opportunities to husbandry. The great cliffs protect vegetation and human life from the mountain climate which prevails upon the dismal Causse Méjan and the Causse de Sauveterre, separated by the deep fissure.
The chauffeur and I did not speak often, but I looked up at him sometimes because of the pleasure I had in seeing and re-seeing the face in which I had come to have perfect confidence; and I fancied from its expression that he felt as I felt. So we came to Les Vignes, and lunched together at a table set out of doors, close to the car, that she might not be left alone.
I couldn't get any enthusiasm out of her. Tell me, is she like that all through? Or is it just a pose?" "Oh, I don't know," Dinah said. "I've never got through the outer crust. But then of course I'm far beneath her." "How so?" asked Sir Eustace. She laughed up at him with the happy confidence of a child. "Can't you see it for yourself? I I am a mere guttersnipe compared to the de Vignes.
The Duke is, or rather would have been, a very handsome man if he had not such watery eyes and such a weak mouth; and then he wore the funniest- looking wig I ever saw. I wonder if it was a disguise, or if he thought any one would ever really take it for his own hair. The King was very nice to him, and did not seem in the least to mind his being dans les vignes.
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