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Her wrist was as white as surf foam. "Have we been married four years? I don't believe it," I said. She gave me another swift glance and touched the embroidery on her knee, smiling faintly. "I see," said I, also smiling at the embroidered garment. "Do you think it will fit?" "Fit?" repeated Lys. Then she laughed "And," I persisted, "are you perfectly sure that you er we shall need it?"
I forgot at once the cruel misgivings of the past night as I set to work to take my observations. What a blow awaited me! The sextant and chronometer had both been broken beyond repair, and they had been broken just this very night. They had been broken upon the night that Lys had been seen talking with von Schoenvorts. I think that it was this last thought which hurt me the worst.
Lys shuddered, and I put my arm around her and drew her to me; and thus we sat throughout the hot night. She told me of her abduction and of the fright she had undergone, and together we thanked God that she had come through unharmed, because the great brute had dared not pause along the danger-infested way.
When dinner was over and Môme lay snoring before the blaze for the October nights are often chilly in Finistere Lys curled up in the chimney corner with her embroidery, and gave me a swift glance from under her dropping lashes. "You look like a schoolgirl, Lys," I said teasingly. "I don't believe you are sixteen yet." She pushed back her heavy burnished hair thoughtfully.
By bombs and shells we had driven the Germans not only from such places as Merville and Neuf Berquin, but from the mere proximity to roads or houses. They had concealed themselves as best they could in ditches and narrow tunnels made with corrugated iron or planks. The 'Huns, indeed, had been meeting with their deserts. Their life in the Lys salient must have been a nightmare.
Lys stood with a heavy blanket wrapped around her slender figure, and as I approached her, she half turned toward me to see who it was. When she recognized me, she immediately turned away. "I want to thank you," I said, "for your bravery and loyalty you were magnificent. I am sorry that you had reason before to think that I doubted you." "You did doubt me," she replied in a level voice.
Here the Roman Catholic is the only religion tolerated, but intolerance in Switzerland is not peculiar to the Roman Catholic cantons, as in some, Calvinism only is permitted. At Brunnen I met some persons going on a pilgrimage to the shrine of Notre Dame des Ermites, at Einsiedlen, one of whom was a Frenchman, decorated with the Lys.
A chance remark turned their talk upon Balzac, and Owen spoke about Le Lys dans la Vallèe, and she asked him if he remembered the day he had first spoken to her about Balzac. "It was the day you took me to the races, our first week in Paris." "And a few days afterwards I took you to Madame Savelli's. She told you that you had the most beautiful voice she had ever heard.
All is up with Lys d'Angely! The next thing that Meddlesome Matty of a duchess will do, is to wire Cousin Catherine Milvaine. Crash! thunder lightning hail! Monsieur Charretier on my track again. I resolved, as I saw myself lying shattered at my own feet, to pick up the bits and say nothing to Jack, lest he should blame his own inadvertent dropping of my name for all present and future mischief.
"That I never told you how M. le Comte de Cambray, Commander of the Order of the Holy Ghost, Grand Cross of the Order du Lys, Hereditary Grand Chamberlain of France, etc., etc., came to sit at the same table as a vendor and buyer of gloves," said Clyffurde gaily. "There's no secret about it.
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