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Probably Jacintha's whole thought, if we had the means of knowing it, would have run like this "Besides, I have another reason: I could not be so comfortable myself elsewhere for, look you" Jacintha clasped her hands, and her black eyes shone out warm through the dew. Riviere's glistened too.
Jacintha pleaded hard against this arrangement, and represented that there was no earthly chance of any one coming to that part of the chateau. "No matter; I will be guarded on every side." "Mustn't I stop and just see her happy for once?" "No, my poor Jacintha, you must hear it from my lips." Jacintha retired to keep watch as she was bid.
Rose darted into Josephine's room, took the key from the inside to the outside, locked the door, put the key in her pocket, and ran down to her mother's room; her knees trembled under her as she went. Meantime, Jacintha, sleeping tranquilly, suddenly felt her throat griped, and heard a loud voice ring in her ear; then she was lifted, and wrenched, and dropped.
"I thought you might like to see it first, mademoiselle," said Jacintha, with quiet meaning. "Is it from the dear doctor?" asked Josephine. "La, no, mademoiselle, don't you know the doctor is come home? Why, he has been in the house near an hour. He is with my lady."
And Mademoiselle Rose will go telling him everything; and if she tells him half what she has seen, your secret will be no secret to that old man." "My secret!" gasped Josephine, turning pale. "Don't look so, madame: don't be frightened at poor Jacintha. Sooner or later you MUST trust somebody besides Mademoiselle Rose." Josephine looked at her with inquiring, frightened eyes.
Rose found Josephine and Jacintha together; saw a letter was being written, asked to see it; on Josephine's hesitating, snatched it out of her hand, read it, tore it to pieces, and told Jacintha to leave the room. She hated the sight of poor Jacintha, who had slept at the very moment when all depended on her watchfulness. "So you were going to send to HIM, unknown to me." "Forgive me, Rose."
Jacintha cut her sobs dead short, and retreated with a formal reverence. The consultation consisted of the baroness opening her arms, and both her daughters embracing her at once. Proud as they were, they wept with joy at having made one friend amongst all their servants. Jacintha stayed.
She had missed them; but she thought they must be near; for they seldom took long walks early in the day. Meeting Jacintha on the landing of the great staircase, she asked her where her sister was. "Madame Raynal is gone for a walk. She has taken the colonel with her. You know she always takes the colonel out with her now." "That will do. You can finish your work."
"And do you think that I will let him go?" screamed Jacintha. "No! I will say one word to Madame Raynal, and she will buy him a substitute directly." Dard stopped her sullenly. "No! I have told all in the village that I would go the first chance: it is come, and I'll go. I won't stay to be laughed at about this too. If I was sure to be cut in pieces, I'd go.
But, my poor child, you do it with so little skill that one sees a horrible gayety breaking through that thin disguise: you are no true mourners: you are like the mutes or the undertakers at a funeral, forced grief on the surface of your faces, and frightful complacency below." "Tra la! lal! la! la! Tra la! la! Tra la! la!" carolled Jacintha, in the colonel's room hard by.
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