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"Felix Marchand'll have much money bad penny as he is," continued Christine in her normal voice. "He'll have more money than he can put in all the trouser legs he has. Old Hector, his father, has enough for a gover'ment. But that M'sieu' Felix will get his throat cut if he follows Ma'm'selle Druse about too much. She hates him I've seen when they met. Old man Druse'll make trouble.

Some men go to the Avocat or the Cure with great things; but I have been a pilgrimage, I have sat on the grand jury. There, Ma'm'selle!" His chest swelled, he blew out his cheeks, he pulled Parpon's ear as Napoleon pulled Murat's. "Ma'm'selle, allons!

"Why?" She stirred the mane of her horse with a red riding-whip. "Why not?" I inquired, my heart beating fast. "If I knew if I were justified you know I am her friend. I know all her secrets." "Will you not be my friend also?" I interrupted. "A friend of Louison, he is mine," said she. "Ah, ma'm'selle, then I confess to you it is because I love her." "I knew it; I am no fool," was her answer.

There's such a many other children about we shall never find 'em." "Keep them in sight, then," said Alexia. "Follow them, Ellen. You had better not wait for me. My head aches, and I cannot walk fast." "But we shall lose you, too, Ma'm'selle," demurred the girl, hesitatingly. "No, no; I will follow you slowly. Go; they may fall into the water if you linger."

I know I am very wicked. Perhaps ah me! perhaps it is the devil." "Ma'm'selle, it is appalling!" I said. "You may have injured the poor man. You must be very bad. Let me see your palm." I held her dainty fingers in mine, that were still hard and brown, peering into the pink hollow of her hand. She looked up curiously. "A quick temper and a heart of gold," I said.

"To attend ma'm'selle with my best skill, to give her every comfort and care, to " "Yes yes!" "To keep her safely until she is called for. That is all." The girl drew a long breath. "Who will call for me, then?" "I am not inform, ma'm'selle." "And I am a prisoner in this house?" "Ma'm'selle may call it so, if it please her. But reflect; there is no place else to go.

"Nannin, ma'm'selle, 'tis plain to be seen you can't guess what a cornfield grows besides red poppies." Laughing in sheer delight at the mystery she was making, she broke off again into a whimsical nursery rhyme: "'Coquelicot, j'ai mal au de Coquelicot, qu'est qui l'a fait? Coquelicot, ch'tai mon valet." She kicked off the red slipper again.

"M'sieur, suppose you go back to ma'm'selle, and soon Simon come. His diable lead him to you. His diable tell you what to say. All finish now!" He walked past me noiselessly, a tenuous shadow, and his bearing was as proud as that of his race had been in the long ago, when they were lords where their white masters ruled.

"Steadee steadee-keep her head up, ma'm'selle," he answered, for Guida had steered unsteadily for the instant. "Steadee shale ben! that's right I remember twenty years ago the black wasps they fly on the coast of France like that. Who can tell now?" He shrugged his shoulders.

With a leer the fellow stooped, and, taking up the fish, put them in the pockets of his queminzolle, all slimy from the sea as they were. "Ba su, you haven't got much to take care of, have you? It don't take much to feed two mouths not so much as it does three, Ma'm'selle."

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