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"Memorial History of Boston," ii, 31. "They nourished by your indulgence? They grew up by your neglect of them!" Barre's speech in Parliament, February, 1765. "Memorial History of Boston," i, 340, 376. See, on this point, Sabine's "American Loyalists," 7. Bancroft's "United States," ed. 1855, v, 265. References to Bancroft will at first be to this edition. Bancroft's "United States," v, 266.
He did not know he had nothing the matter with his neck. Then drawing his shirt collar up: "Ah yes, some insect stung me there!" The Marquis de Chouard had cast a sidelong glance at the little red place. Muffat, too, looked at Georges. The company was finishing lunch and planning various excursions. Fauchery was growing increasingly excited with the Countess Sabine's laughter.
Marianne listened, but her mind was wandering far away. She was debating with herself as to when Monsieur de Rosas would appear on that narrow strip of waxed floor before her. Guy had correctly surmised: it was Rosas and Rosas only whom this woman was seeking in Sabine's salon. She wished to see him again, to talk to him, to tempt destiny. A fancy. A final caprice. Why not?
Some time after that Sabine's brother, a miller at Landegg, a little town a few miles away, was to celebrate the christening of a child. Sabine was to be godmother. She invited Christophe. He had no liking for these functions: but for the pleasure of annoying the Vogels and of being with Sabine he accepted eagerly.
Christophe won his confidence up to a certain point by the love he showed for children. That was their common bond. Christophe never met the little girl without a catch at his heart: for, though he did not know why, by one of those mysterious similarities in outline, which the instinct perceives immediately and subconsciously, the child reminded him of Sabine's little girl.
He knew he ought not to have come, he knew that he ought to tell Henry straight out and then go off before the ball. He felt he was behaving like the most despicable coward; and yet, if it were possible for Henry never to know that he, Michael, was Sabine's husband, it would save his friend much pain.
She stretched out her hands to him, and he took one and drew her to Michael, who stood behind him. Then he took also his old friend's hand, and clasped it upon Sabine's. "I am not much of a churchman," he said, hoarsely, "but this part of the marriage service is true, I expect. 'Those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder." Then he dropped their hands, and turned toward the door.
Her intimate friend, pretty Madame Gerson, who assisted her in doing the honors of her salon until the time when she herself would have a rival salon and take Sabine's guests away from her, sought in vain to comfort her by assuring her that Pichereau would be sure to come. He had promised to do so. He was a sincere man, and his word could be relied on.
And the most wretched is not always the one who suffers. Once more Christophe took to avoiding the house. He could not bear it. He could not bear to see the curtainless windows, the empty rooms. A worse sorrow awaited him. Old Euler lost no time in reletting the ground floor. One day Christophe saw strange faces in Sabine's room. New lives blotted out the traces of the life that was gone.
Nobody in Paris now remembered anything about Philippe Marsy. In the course of time, all the little rumors are hushed in the roar and rattle of Parisian life. Only some semi-flattering rumors were connected with Sabine's name, together with some mysterious reminiscences.
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