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"We shall meet again, monsieur," said Iberville at last; "at least, I hope so." "I shall be glad," answered Gering mechanically. "But 'tis like I shall come to you before you come to me," added Iberville, with meaning. Jessica was standing not far away, and Gering did not instantly reply. In the pause, Iberville said: "Au revoir! A la bonne heure!" and walked away.
Iberville had his man at an advantage, and was making the most of it when she came in at an angle behind the other, and the sight of her stayed his arm. It was but for a breath, but it served. Gering had not seen, and his sword ran up Iberville's arm, making a little trench in the flesh. She ran in on them from the gloom, saying in a sharp, aching voice: "Stop, stop! Oh, what madness!"
Lawson took her downstairs and put her into a cab. "You are only wasting your time in going to Mr. Gering," he said, as he stood for a moment at the cab door. "I must waste it, then," replied Effie; "for, whatever the consequence, I am going." "Then, if you will go, you had better do so early. Gering is always at his office by nine o'clock.
Truth is, wherever the girl went she was light and cheerfulness, although her ways were quiet and her sprightliness was mostly in her looks. She was impulsive, but impulse was ruled by a reserve at once delicate and unembarrassed. She was as much beloved in the town of New York as in Boston. Two days after Gering left she was wandering in the garden, when the governor joined her.
But Perrot, who was not far from the fallen brothers, suddenly made a dash within easy range of the rifles of the British, and cut Gering and two of his companions off from the main body. It was done so suddenly that Gering found himself between two fires. His companions drew close to him, prepared to sell their lives dearly, but Perrot called to them to surrender.
"You have saved our fortunes." The girl sighs, and then, with a little touch of that demure irony which we had seen in her years before, says: "I trust we have not lost our honour." "Why, you love him, do you not? There is no one you care for more than George Gering?" "I suppose not," is her reply, but the tone is enigmatical. While this scene is on, another appears in Cheapside, London.
You were thrown into prison, were tried and condemned to death. There remained two things: that you should be left to hang, or an escape that we should meet here and now." "You chose the better way, monsieur." "I treat you with consideration, I hope, monsieur." Gering waved his hand in acknowledgment, and said: "What weapons do you choose?" Iberville quietly laid on the table a number of swords.
If he is taken let him be at my disposal." The governor pursed his lips, then flashed a deep, inquiring glance at his companion. "The new mistress turned against the old, Iberville!" he said. "Gering is her husband, eh? Well, I will trust you: it shall be as you wish a matter for us two alone."
You know 'twas he that helped George to escape?" "Indeed, no!" she answered. "Mr. Gering did not tell me." She was perplexed, annoyed, yet she knew not why.
I can pay you back the money in about a month's time out of my own salary." "You are very conscientious," said Mr. Gering, with a slight sneer, "and I shall be glad to have my money back. If that is all your business, perhaps you will leave me." "No, it is not all my business. I want you to forgive George, not to prosecute him, not to give him up to the law." "Ah! I thought that was coming.
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