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Philip d'Avranche of His Majesty's ship "Narcissus," and Mistress Guida Landresse de Landresse, both of this Island of Jersey; by special license of the Bishop of Winchester. To this was added in comment: Unchurchmanlike, and most irregular. But the young gentleman's tongue is gifted, and he pressed his cause heartily. Also Mr.
Her Philip! Her heart gave a great throb, for the knowledge that she was a wife came home to her with a pleasant shock. Her name was no longer Guida Landresse de Landresse, but Guida d'Avranche. She had gone from one tribe to another, she had been adopted, changed. A new life was begun. She rose, slowly made her way down to the sea, and proceeded along the sands and shore-paths to the town.
He knew well that she had been his champion in dark days, that he had received far more from her than he had ever given even of friendship. In his own absorbing love for Guida Landresse, during long years he had been unconsciously blind to a devotion which had lived on without hope, without repining, with untiring cheerfulness.
Until she was fifteen Guida's life was unclouded. Once or twice her mother tried to tell her of a place that must soon be empty, but her heart failed her. So at last the end came like a sudden wind out of the north; and it was left to Guida Landresse de Landresse to fight the fight and finish the journey of womanhood alone. This time was the turning-point in Guida's life.
"Why, of course," she answered kindly, almost gently; the compliment was so real, he could not be all bad. "Then say my name, and ask me," he said. "Monsieur " "Leave out the monsieur," he interrupted. "Yves Savary dit Detricand, will you promise me, Guida Landresse " "De Landresse," he interposed courteously.
It struck him all at once as he looked, that this woman had one quality in absolute kinship with Guida Landresse honesty of mind and nature; only with this young aristocrat the honesty would be without passion.
" Guida Landresse de Landresse, that you will never again drink wine to excess, and that you will never do anything that" she paused confused. "That you would not wish me to do," he said in a low voice. "That I should not wish you to do," she repeated in a half-embarrassed way. "On my honour I promise," he said slowly. A strange feeling came over her.
Her Philip! Her heart gave a great throb, for the knowledge that she was a wife came home to her with a pleasant shock. Her name was no longer Guida Landresse de Landresse, but Guida d'Avranche. She had gone from one tribe to another, she had been adopted, changed. A new life was begun. She rose, slowly made her way down to the sea, and proceeded along the sands and shore-paths to the town.
Wild with rage he made a stroke at her, but at that instant his scimitar was struck aside by a youth covered with the smoke and grime of battle. He caught up the child to his arms, and hurried with her through the melee to the watchmaker's doorway. There stood a terror-stricken woman Madame Landresse, who had just made her way into the square.
The little Chevalier made a formal bow, and hastened to say that he was not at all hurt. With a droll composure he offered snuff to the officer, who declined politely. Turning to the window where the girl stood, the new- comer saluted with confident gallantry. "Why, it's little Guida Landresse!" he said under his breath "I'd know her anywhere. Death and Beauty, what a face!"
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