the chouans-第29章
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enormous hand made her shriek violently； she turned； and was instantly silenced on recognizing Marche…a…Terre。
〃Twice I owe to chance；〃 said the marquis to Mademoiselle de Verneuil； 〃the revelation of the sweetest secrets of the heart。 Thanks to Francine I now know you bear the gracious name of Marie；Marie； the name I have invoked in my distresses；Marie； a name I shall henceforth speak in joy； and never without sacrifice； mingling religion and love。 There can be no wrong where prayer and love go together。〃
They clasped hands； looked silently into each other's eyes； and the excess of their emotion took away from them the power to express it。
〃There's no danger for /the rest of you/；〃 Marche…a…Terre was saying roughly to Francine； giving to his hoarse and guttural voice a reproachful tone； and emphasizing his last words in a way to stupefy the innocent peasant…girl。 For the first time in her life she saw ferocity in that face。 The moonlight seemed to heighten the effect of it。 The savage Breton； holding his cap in one hand and his heavy carbine in the other； dumpy and thickset as a gnome； and bathed in that white light the shadows of which give such fantastic aspects to forms； seemed to belong more to a world of goblins than to reality。 This apparition and its tone of reproach came upon Francine with the suddenness of a phantom。 He turned rapidly to Madame du Gua； with whom he exchanged a few eager words； which Francine； who had somewhat forgotten the dialect of Lower Brittany； did not understand。 The lady seemed to be giving him a series of orders。 The short conference ended by an imperious gesture of the lady's hand pointing out to the Chouan the lovers standing a little distance apart。 Before obeying； Marche…a… Terre glanced at Francine whom he seemed to pity； he wished to speak to her； and the girl was aware that his silence was compulsory。 The rough and sunburnt skin of his forehead wrinkled； and his eyebrows were drawn violently together。 Did he think of disobeying a renewed order to kill Mademoiselle de Verneuil？ The contortion of his face made him all the more hideous to Madame du Gua； but to Francine the flash of his eye seemed almost gentle； for it taught her to feel intuitively that the violence of his savage nature would yield to her will as a woman； and that she reigned； next to God； in that rough heart。
The lovers were interrupted in their tender interview by Madame du Gua； who ran up to Marie with a cry； and pulled her away as though some danger threatened her。 Her real object however； was to enable a member of the royalist committee of Alencon； whom she saw approaching them； to speak privately to the Gars。
〃Beware of the girl you met at the hotel in Alencon； she will betray you；〃 said the Chevalier de Valois； in the young man's ear； and immediately he and his little Breton horse disappeared among the bushes from which he had issued。
The firing was heavy at that moment； but the combatants did not come to close quarters。
〃Adjutant；〃 said Clef…des…Coeurs； 〃isn't it a sham attack； to capture our travellers and get a ransom。〃
〃The devil is in it； but I believe you are right；〃 replied Gerard； darting back towards the highroad。
Just then the Chouan fire slackened； for； in truth； the whole object of the skirmish was to give the chevalier an opportunity to utter his warning to the Gars。 Merle； who saw the enemy disappearing across the hedges； thought best not to follow them nor to enter upon a fight that was uselessly dangerous。 Gerard ordered the escort to take its former position on the road； and the convoy was again in motion without the loss of a single man。 The captain offered his hand to Mademoiselle de Verneuil to replace her in the coach； for the young nobleman stood motionless； as if thunderstruck。 Marie； amazed at his attitude； got into the carriage alone without accepting the politeness of the Republican； she turned her head towards her lover； saw him still motionless； and was stupefied at the sudden change which had evidently come over him。 The young man slowly returned； his whole manner betraying deep disgust。
〃Was I not right？〃 said Madame du Gua in his ear； as she led him to the coach。 〃We have fallen into the hands of a creature who is trafficking for your head； but since she is such a fool as to have fallen in love with you； for heaven's sake don't behave like a boy； pretend to love her at least till we reach La Vivetiere； once there But；〃 she thought to herself； seeing the young man take his place with a dazed air； as if bewildered； 〃can it be that he already loves her？〃
The coach rolled on over the sandy road。 To Mademoiselle de Verneuil's eyes all seemed changed。 Death was gliding beside her love。 Perhaps it was only fancy； but； to a woman who loves； fancy is as vivid as reality。 Francine； who had clearly understood from Marche…a…Terre's glance that Mademoiselle de Verneuil's fate； over which she had commanded him to watch； was in other hands than his； looked pale and haggard； and could scarcely restrain her tears when her mistress spoke to her。 To her eyes Madame du Gua's female malignancy was scarcely concealed by her treacherous smiles； and the sudden changes which her obsequious attentions to Mademoiselle de Verneuil made in her manners； voice； and expression was of a nature to frighten a watchful observer。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil herself shuddered instinctively； asking herself； 〃Why should I fear？ She is his mother。〃 Then she trembled in every limb as the thought crossed her mind； 〃Is she really his mother？〃 An abyss suddenly opened before her； and she cast a look upon the mother and son； which finally enlightened her。 〃That woman loves him！〃 she thought。 〃But why has she begun these attentions after showing me such coolness？ Am I lost？ oris she afraid of me？〃
As for the young man； he was flushed and pale by turns； but he kept a quiet attitude and lowered his eyes to conceal the emotions which agitated him。 The graceful curve of his lips was lost in their close compression； and his skin turned yellow under the struggle of his stormy thoughts。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil was unable to decide whether any love for her remained in his evident anger。 The road； flanked by woods at this particular point； became darker and more gloomy； and the obscurity prevented the eyes of the silent travellers from questioning each other。 The sighing of the wind； the rustling of the trees； the measured step of the escort； gave that almost solemn character to the scene which quickens the pulses。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil could not long try in vain to discover the reason of this change。 The recollection of Corentin came to her like a flash； and reminded her suddenly of her real destiny。 For the first time since the morning she reflected seriously on her position。 Until then she had yielded herself up to the delight of loving； without a thought of the past or of the future。 Unable to bear the agony of her mind； she sought； with the patience of love； to obtain a look from the young man's eyes； and when she did so her paleness and the quiver in her face had so penetrating an influence over him that he wavered； but the softening was momentary。
〃Are you ill； mademoiselle？〃 he said； but his voice had no gentleness； the very question； the look； the gesture； all served to convince her that the events of this day belonged to a mirage of the soul which was fast disappearing like mists before the wind。
〃Am I ill？〃 she replied； with a forced laugh。 〃I was going to ask you the same question。〃
〃I supposed you understood each other；〃 remarked Madame du Gua with specious kindliness。
Neither the young man nor Mademoiselle de Verneuil replied。 The girl； doubly insulted； was angered at feeling her powerful beauty powerless。 She knew she could discover the cause of the present situation the moment she chose to do so； but； for the first time； perhaps； a woman recoiled before a secret。 Human life is sadly fertile in situations where； as a result of either too much meditation or of some catastrophe； our thoughts seem to hold to nothing； they have no substance； no point of departure； and the present has no hooks by which to hold to the past or fasten on the future。 This was Mademoiselle de Verneuil's conditi
