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The former mistress not only cast her hands into her lap, lifted her eyes supplicatingly and dropped them again, but actually locked her fingers to keep them from trembling. "Momselle Aurore " began Palmyre, solemnly. "Now, I know what you are going to say but it is of no use to say it; do this much for me this one time and then I will let voudou alone as much as you wish forever!"
And then, without intention, with scarcely more consciousness of movement than belongs to the undermined tree which settles, roots and all, into the swollen stream, he turned and moved toward the door. Clotilde rose. "Monsieur Grandissime." He stopped and looked back. "We will see Palmyre at once, according to your request." He turned his eyes toward Aurora.
"What can I do for you, gentlemen?" she inquired. "You can send your Joseph Dubois and Palmyre to me as soon as possible. Let me know when they arrive. I will rest a few minutes, and you can awake me when they come." As soon as Mme. Alexandre left the room, the fat man unceremoniously threw himself on the bed. "You have no objections, I suppose?" he said to Prosper.
Its charred end curled down and twisted away from her and her heart sank; but the tall figure of Palmyre for a moment came between, the wick was snuffed, the flame tapered up again, and for a long time burned, a bright, tremulous cone. Again the wick turned down, but this time toward her, a propitious omen, and suddenly fell through the expended wax and went out in the sirup.
Wherever the lady's steps turned or it is as correct to say wherever the proud tread of Palmyre turned the features of bachelor's-hall disappeared; guns, dogs, oars, saddles, nets, went their way into proper banishment, and the broad halls and lofty chambers the floors now muffled with mats of palmetto-leaf no longer re-echoed the tread of a lonely master, but breathed a redolence of flowers and a rippling murmur of well-contented song.
Why, he further intimated, he knew not, nor would he ask; but he when he had applied for admission had been refused. He had laid open his heart to the apothecary's eyes "It may have been unwisely " Frowenfeld interrupted him; Palmyre had been ill for several days; Doctor Keene who, Mr. Grandissime probably knew, was her physician
Palmyre, Palmyre mo c'ere, Mo l'aimé 'ou' mo l'aimé 'ou'." "Montagne?" asked one slave of another, "qui est ç
As Frowenfeld again put forward his hand, she lifted her own as if to prevent him, but he kindly and firmly put it away and addressed himself with silent diligence to his task; and by the time he had finished, his womanly touch, his commanding gentleness, his easy despatch, had inspired Palmyre not only with a sense of safety, comfort, and repose, but with a pleased wonder.
"It is necessary for me, then, to say that in fulfilment of my promise, I am going from here to the house of Palmyre, and that she will need no further attention after to-day. As to your present manner toward me, I shall endeavor to suspend judgment until I have some knowledge of its cause." The doctor made no reply, but went on looking out of the window, and Frowenfeld turned and left him.
He easily guessed the courier to be Clemence; and now, as he came to ponder these revelations of Raoul, he found that within twenty-four hours after every visit of Clemence to the house of Palmyre, Agricola suffered a visitation. The fig-tree, in Louisiana, sometimes sheds its leaves while it is yet summer.
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