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ared before him; apparently by magic。

〃Saint Anne of Auray!〃 he exclaimed。 Then he dropped his whip; clasped his hands; and stood as if in ecstasy。 A faint color illuminated his coarse face; and his eyes shone like diamonds dropped on a muck…heap。 〃Is it really the brave girl from Cottin?〃 he muttered; in a voice so smothered that he alone heard it。 〃You /are/ fine;〃 he said; after a pause; using the curious word; 〃godaine;〃 a superlative in the dialect of those regions used by lovers to express the combination of fine clothes and beauty。

〃I daren't touch you;〃 added Marche…a…Terre; putting out his big hand nevertheless; as if to weigh the gold chain which hung round her neck and below her waist。

〃You had better not; Pierre;〃 replied Francine; inspired by the instinct which makes a woman despotic when not oppressed。 She drew back haughtily; after enjoying the Chouan's surprise; but she compensated for the harshness of her words by the softness of her glance; saying; as she once more approached him: 〃Pierre; that lady was talking to you about my young mistress; wasn't she?〃

Marche…a…Terre was silent; his face struggled; like the dawn; between clouds and light。 He looked in turn at Francine; at the whip he had dropped; and at the chain; which seemed to have as powerful an attraction for him as the Breton girl herself。 Then; as if to put a stop to his own uneasiness; he picked up his whip and still kept silence。

〃Well; it is easy to see that that lady told you to kill my mistress;〃 resumed Francine; who knew the faithful discretion of the peasant; and wished to relieve his scruples。

Marche…a…Terre lowered his head significantly。 To the Cottin girl that was answer enough。

〃Very good; Pierre;〃 she said; 〃if any evil happens to her; if a hair of her head is injured; you and I will have seen each other for the last time; for I shall be in heaven; and you will go to hell。〃

The possessed of devils whom the Church in former days used to exorcise with great pomp were not more shaken and agitated than Marche…a…Terre at this prophecy; uttered with a conviction that gave it certainty。 His glance; which at first had a character of savage tenderness; counteracted by a fanaticism as powerful in his soul as love; suddenly became surly; as he felt the imperious manner of the girl he had long since chosen。 Francine interpreted his silence in her own way。

〃Won't you do anything for my sake?〃 she said in a tone of reproach。

At these words the Chouan cast a glance at his mistress from eyes that were black as a crow's wing。

〃Are you free?〃 he asked in a growl that Francine alone could have understood。

〃Should I be here if I were not?〃 she replied indignantly。 〃But you; what are you doing here? Still playing bandit; still roaming the country like a mad dog wanting to bite。 Oh! Pierre; if you were wise; you would come with me。 This beautiful young lady; who; I ought to tell you; was nursed when a baby in our home; has taken care of me。 I have two hundred francs a year from a good investment。 And Mademoiselle has bought me my uncle Thomas's big house for fifteen hundred francs; and I have saved two thousand beside。〃

But her smiles and the announcement of her wealth fell dead before the dogged immovability of the Chouan。

〃The priests have told us to go to war;〃 he replied。 〃Every Blue we shoot earns one indulgence。〃

〃But suppose the Blues shoot you?〃

He answered by letting his arms drop at his sides; as if regretting the poverty of the offering he should thus make to God and the king。

〃What will become of me?〃 exclaimed the young girl; sorrowfully。

Marche…a…Terre looked at her stupidly; his eyes seemed to enlarge; tears rolled down his hairy cheeks upon the goatskin which covered him; and a low moan came from his breast。

〃Saint Anne of Auray!Pierre; is this all you have to say to me after a parting of seven years? You have changed indeed。〃

〃I love you the same as ever;〃 said the Chouan; in a gruff voice。

〃No;〃 she whispered; 〃the king is first。〃

〃If you look at me like that I shall go;〃 he said。

〃Well; then; adieu;〃 she replied; sadly。

〃Adieu;〃 he repeated。

He seized her hand; wrung it; kissed it; made the sign of the cross; and rushed into the stable; like a dog who fears that his bone will be taken from him。

〃Pille…Miche;〃 he said to his comrade。 〃Where's your tobacco…box?〃

〃Ho! /sacre bleu/! what a fine chain!〃 cried Pille…Miche; fumbling in a pocket constructed in his goatskin。

Then he held out to Marche…a…Terre the little horn in which Bretons put the finely powdered tobacco which they prepare themselves during the long winter nights。 The Chouan raised his thumb and made a hollow in the palm of his hand; after the manner in which an 〃Invalide〃 takes his tobacco; then he shook the horn; the small end of which Pille… Miche had unscrewed。 A fine powder fell slowly from the little hole pierced in the point of this Breton utensil。 Marche…a…Terre went through the same process seven or eight times silently; as if the powder had power to change the current of his thoughts。 Suddenly he flung the horn to Pille…Miche with a gesture of despair; and caught up a gun which was hidden in the straw。

〃Seven or eight shakes at once! I suppose you think that costs nothing!〃 said the stingy Pille…Miche。

〃Forward!〃 cried Marche…a…Terre in a hoarse voice。 〃There's work before us。〃

Thirty or more Chouans who were sleeping in the straw under the mangers; raised their heads; saw Marche…a…Terre on his feet; and disappeared instantly through a door which led to the garden; from which it was easy to reach the fields。

When Francine left the stable she found the mail…coach ready to start。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil and her new fellow…travellers were already in it。 The girl shuddered as she saw her young mistress sitting side by side with the woman who had just ordered her death。 The young man had taken his seat facing Marie; and as soon as Francine was in hers the heavy vehicle started at a good pace。

The sun had swept away the gray autumnal mists; and its rays were brightening the gloomy landscape with a look of youth and holiday。 Many lovers fancy that such chance accidents of the sky are premonitions。 Francine was surprised at the strange silence which fell upon the travellers。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil had recovered her cold manner; and sat with her eyes lowered; her head slightly inclined; and her hands hidden under a sort of mantle in which she had wrapped herself。 If she raised her eyes it was only to look at the passing scenery。 Certain of being admired; she rejected admiration; but her apparent indifference was evidently more coquettish than natural。 Purity; which gives such harmony to the diverse expressions by which a simple soul reveals itself; could lend no charm to a being whose every instinct predestined her to the storms of passion。 Yielding himself up to the pleasures of this dawning intrigue; the young man did not try to explain the contradictions which were obvious between the coquetry and the enthusiasm of this singular young girl。 Her assumed indifference allowed him to examine at his ease a face which was now as beautiful in its calmness as it had been when agitated。 Like the rest of us; he was not disposed to question the sources of his enjoyment。

It is difficult for a pretty woman to avoid the glances of her companions in a carriage when their eyes fasten upon her as a visible distraction to the monotony of a journey。 Happy; therefore; in being able to satisfy the hunger of his dawning passion; without offence or avoidance on the part of its object; the young man studied the pure and brilliant lines of the girl's head and face。 To him they were a picture。 Sometimes the light brought out the transparent rose of the nostrils and the double curve which united the nose with the upper lip; at other times a pale glint of sunshine illuminated the tints of the skin; pearly beneath the eyes and round the mouth; rosy on the cheeks; and ivory…white about the temples and throat。 He admired the contrasts of light and shade caused by the masses of black hair surrounding her face and giving it an ephemeral grace;for all is fleeting in a woman; her beauty of to…day is often not that

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