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Charles passed for a deep thinker in his own set, which was a very different set from Armand's not among workmen but small shopkeepers.
When Mme de Langeais had played with religion sufficiently to suit her own purposes, she played with it again for Armand's benefit. She wanted to bring him back to a Christian frame of mind; she brought out her edition of Le Genie du Christianisme, adapted for the use of military men. Montriveau chafed; his yoke was heavy.
I knew that in such a position it was impossible even to go through the semblance of marrying me. I felt Armand's hand and the Abbe's try to untwist my arms and unclasp my hands, but they could not prevail against that grip with which I held, and I spoke not one word. At last they drew back, and I heard them say one to the other: 'It is of no use. She must yield in time. Leave her.
Chauvelin could hear Armand's light, elastic footsteps resounding behind him on the flagstones. A world of intoxicating possibilities surged up before him. Ambition, which two successive dire failures had atrophied in his breast, once more rose up buoyant and hopeful.
Marguerite could not utter a sound, as the handkerchief was would very tightly round her mouth, but Chauvelin was peering through the darkness very closely into her face; no doubt too her hand gave a responsive appeal to his last suggestion, for presently he continued: "What I want you to do to ensure Armand's safety is a very simple thing, dear lady." "What is it?"
For a long while after he had gone Blakeney stood silent and motionless in the middle of the room. Armand's last words lingered in his ear: "Think of Marguerite!" The walls had fallen away from around him the window, the river below, the Temple prison had all faded away, merged in the chaos of his thoughts.
He will close this letter. Madame, The rather abrupt manner in which I parted from you and Monsieur de l'Estorade the evening of our visit to Armand's school, has been explained to you by the preoccupations of all sorts to which at that moment I was a victim. Marie-Gaston tells me that he has kept you informed of the subsequent events.
"Ziss is what you call blackleest house. You see? So you will hide where I take you. It iss bad, but we cannot help. I give you food and tomorrow in ze night I bring you clothes. Zese I must look for Armand's. You see? Come."
This supposition would have seemed probable enough in most instances, but in Armand's despair there had been an accent of real sincerity, and, going from one extreme to another, I imagined that distress had brought on an illness, and that my not seeing him was explained by the fact that he was ill, perhaps dead. I was interested in the young man in spite of myself.
He listened, damping his cigars with his lips. "You will let me know when you wish to go," he said. "But I should like to stay " "That is another matter!" "Stay, that was badly rolled," she cried, seizing on a cigar and devouring all that Armand's lips had touched. "Do you smoke?" "Oh, what would I not do to please you?" "Very well. Go, madame."
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