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Eliza's look of dismay struck her and she said, "Maybe you're wanting to get over? anybody sick? Ye seem mighty anxious." "I've got a child that's very dangerous," said Eliza, "I never heard of it till last night, and I've walked quite a piece to-day, in hopes to get to the ferry." "Well, now, that's unlucky" said the woman, her motherly sympathies aroused; "I'm rilly concerned for ye.
Not me, as you know me. I thought somehow I was that poet in my picture, the man in the steel engravin' with a look like he see heaven. An' it didn't seem strange to me, but just like it had always been so. I thought I rilly was that poet that I'd looked at in the picture all my life. But then I guess after all that part wasn't so funny as the rest of it.
He and the child get on better than they used to. 'There is no doubt about that, said Lady Pinkerton. 'If you don't know it, Percy, I had better tell you. Men never see these things. He is falling in love with her. Lord Pinkerton fidgeted about the room. 'Rilly. Rilly. Very amusing. You used to think it was Clare, dearest.
I donno if Abel rilly heard us come in, he was so excited about his dragon. An' Mis' Zittelhof an' I began makin' up the cots. On the first one I laid the two babies that was asleep on the floor. They never woke up. Their little cheeks was warm an' pink, an' one of 'em had some tears on it.
As De Noyard passed out, he saw me. His face showed that he recognized me, and that he wondered what I was doing in the palace. There was nothing of offence in his look, only a slight curiosity. De Rilly now expressed an intention of going out to take the air, but I preferred to stay where I was; for Mile. d'Arency had remained in the gallery, with some other of Catherine's ladies.
"I am nobody's serving man," was the reply, in a tone of indignation; but a second man who had come to the door spoke up, "I am Jacques." "Hallo, Monsieur de la Tournoire," came a voice from a group of men seated at a table. "Come and join us, and show my friends how you fellows of the French Guards can drink!" It was De Rilly, very merry with wine.
The servant raised his eyes to me, and said, in a tone of unnatural calmness, "Do you not see that he is dead, M. de la Tournoire?" Horror-stricken, I knelt beside the body. The heart no longer beat; the face was still, the eyes stared between unquivering lids, in the light of the torch. "Oh, my God! I have killed him!" I murmured. "Come away. You can do nothing here," said De Rilly, quietly.
The latter resigned her to the Duke of Guise, and went back to his apartment, whereupon Catherine and Guise started for the further end of the gallery, as if for private conversation. His manner was courteous, but cold; hers calm and amiable. "Ah, see!" whispered De Rilly to me. "What did I tell you?" Catherine had cast a glance towards Guise's gentlemen.
I am gettin' kind o' old an' some stiff to take a new business on myself. "An' Timothy, he adds absent: 'I don't s'pose, when you come right down to it, as Alice County'll rilly care a whoop. "An' Mis' Fire Chief Merriman, she wipes up her eyes, an', 'It does seem like courtin' with Sum's flowers, she says, sighin', 'but I'm rill glad for Eb.
"Come, warm yourself with a bottle! Why, my friend, you are as white as a ghost, and you look as if you had been perspiring blood!" "I must go, at once, De Rilly. It is a serious matter." "Then hang me if I don't come, too!" he said, suddenly sobered, and he grasped his cloak and sword. "That is, unless I should be de trop." "Come. I thank you," I said; and we left the place together.
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