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From the corridor, from chambers in the lower story intended for servant-women and attendants, from the bath, from the arches of lower dwellings, from the whole house, crowds of slaves began to hurry out, and the cries of "Heu! heu, me miserum!" were heard. The women broke into great weeping; some scratched their cheeks, or covered their heads with kerchiefs.
Hey! my friend," he said pleasantly in French, and tapping Brogard lightly on the shoulder, "do you see many of our quality along these parts? Many English travellers, I mean?" Brogard looked round at him, over his near shoulder, puffed away at his pipe for a moment or two as he was in no hurry, then muttered, "Heu! sometimes!"
"Where the poet's lip and painter's hand Are most divine. Where earth and sky Are picture both and poetry; Of Italy " A Madame de Stael would have immortalized her as another Corrinne. Heu, me miserum! Where shall we find goose-quill cruel and grey enough to write her down wife of Jude Thornton Rush? "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
"No, Miss La Heu; you don't consider Northerners, who understand you, to be foreigners." "We have never met any of that sort." Didn't you say you hoped I was one? Away down deep there's a cry of kinship in you; and that you don't hear it, and that we don't hear it, has been as much our fault as yours. What I said was: "We're handing the 'sacred trust' down, I hope."
"And what man doesn't swear whenever he gets the chance?" cried Madame. "Why did I ever marry? Heu miserum me." "My angel, be calm. I assure you " "Very well then, declare yourself, Jupiter, this minute, or I'll declare yourself for you!" "But, my love, think of Sir Tiglath! I dare not declare myself. He will be here at any moment, and he has sworn to kill me, if I'm not an American syndicate!"
Yet do I wish him well, and am grieved that he should be so taken by that maiden Mary. Well may we say of her, as Horace hath of Pyrrha `Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa, perfusis liquidis urgit odoribus, grate, Pyrrha, sub antro. Cui flavam religas comam, simplex munditiis. I grieve at it, yea, grieve much. Heu, quoties fidem mutatosque Deos flebit!
"I do not know," said the provost, interrupting her, to tell her what had happened to him. "And you saw without my permission a lady of the court! Ha! ha! heu! heu! hein!" Then she began to moan, to weep, and to cry in such a deplorable manner and so loudly, that her lord was quite aghast. "What's the matter, my darling? What is it? What do you want?" "Ah!
"Who was that girl on the bridge?" he now inquired as we reached the steps of the post-office; and when I had told him again, because he had asked me about Eliza La Heu at the time, "She's the real thing," he commented.
"One gentleman among them," I heard John Mayrant mutter behind me. So much more comfortable! So nice to see more of you!" dropped away, Miss La Heu had settled her problem quite simply for herself. A little procession of vehicles, townward bound, had gathered on the bridge, waiting until the closing of the draw should allow them to continue upon their way.
"But I did think that you understood us," she said pensively. "Miss La Heu, when you talked to me about the President and the White House, I said that you were hard to answer. Do you remember?" "Perfectly. I said I was glad you found me so. "You helped me to understand you then, and now I want to be helped to further understanding.
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