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"No! no!" said he, and caught her hand that trembled in his like a bird. "Olivia! oh, God, the name is like a song je t'aime! je t'aime! Olivia, I love you!" She plucked her hand away and threw her shoulders back, haughty, yet trembling and on the brink of tears. "It is not kind it is not kind," she stammered, almost sobbing. "The lady that is in France."
So we entered the boat and were rowed over to the landing-place, but a few hundred yards away, where the Frenchman's little fellow was waiting, patiently, with one arm around a woolly pup with which he seemed to be great friends. As soon as we were ashore he left the dog and came up to Miss Jelliffe. "Bonjour," he said. "Je t'aime bien."
'I adore you!'she responded. 'You know it all now. But duty calls you one way and me another. And oh, Paul, "of love that never found its earthly close, what sequel?" 'The very words, he cried, 'that ticked in my brain all night' 'You must look at the portfolio, she murmured. 'Est tu content de moi? 'Je t'aime! and with fumbling fingers he untied the strings of the portfolio.
Tu as mis sur tes yeux le bandeau de celui qui veut voir son Dieu. Eh bien, tu l'as vu, ton Dieu, Iokanaan, mais moi, moi . . . tu ne m'as jamais vue. Si tu m'avais vue, tu m'aurais aimee. Moi, je t'ai vu, Iokanaan, et je t'ai aime. Oh! comme je t'ai aime. Je t'aime encore, Iokanaan. Je n'aime que toi . . . J'ai soif de ta beaute. J'ai faim de ton corps.
"Ah, dear ring," she murmured, "once you were his, and you shall be his again. You shall be on his finger, and perhaps touch his heart. Dear ring, ma chere petite de ma coeur, cherie de ma coeur. Je t'aime, je t'aime, oui, oui. You are his; you were mine once too. To-night, just one night, I'll keep you then to-morrow, you shall go where you can save him."
"Mon Dieu!" exclaimed the latter; "vous l'avez faire mourir! Elle t'aime Elle t'aime!" That night I passed without repose. How was it with Eugenie? How with Aurore? Mine was a night of reflections, in which pleasure and pain were singularly blended. The love of the quadroon was my source of pleasure; but, alas! pain predominated as my thoughts dwelt upon the Creole!
The phrases were wrung from him. "Good-bye no, a la bonne heure, my dearest," he wrote. "Good days are coming brave, great days, when I shall be free to strike another blow for England, both from within and from without France; when I shall be, if all go well, the Prince d'Avranche, Duc de Bercy, and you my perfect Princess. Good-bye! Thy Philip, qui t'aime toujours."
Southwark was then pronounced Soudric, it is now pronounced Sousouorc, or near it; indeed, an excellent way of pronouncing English names is not to pronounce them. Thus, for Southampton, say Stpntn. It was the time when "Chatham" was pronounced je t'aime. The Southwark of those days resembles the Southwark of to-day about as much as Vaugirard resembles Marseilles. It was a village it is a city.
Even the English soldiers cheered, and Madelinette sang a la Claire Fontaine, three verses in French and one in English, and the whole valley rang with the refrain sung at the topmost pitch by five thousand voices: "I'ya longtemps que je t'aime, Jamais je ne t'oublierai."
Jasper Penny idly tore open a bon bon wrapped in a verse on fringed paper, "Viens! Viens! ange du ciel, je t'aime! je t'aime! Et te le dire ici, c'est le bonheur supreme." Love and the great hour of life! He had missed both; one, perhaps, with the other. His marriage to Phebe, except for a brief flare at the beginning, had been as empty as the affair with Essie Scofield.
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