The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
Those moments were brief, however, and Clémence and her attendant were
soon upon their way; the Chevalier sprang upon his horse, and then
held out his hand frankly to the Count. "Albert," he said, laughing,
"I have never yet beheld so great a change of Love's making as that
which the truant boy has wrought in thee. Thou wouldst even quarrel
with thy oldest and dearest companion--thou who art no way
quarrelsome. You have known me now long, Albert; love me well still.
If you have ever seen me do a dishonest act, cast me off; if not, as I
heard Clémence say just now--trust me!" and thus saying, he galloped
off, without waiting for any reply.
CHAPTER V.
THE REVENGE.
While Clémence de Marly cast herself back in the carriage; and, with
the great excitement under which she had been acting for some time,
now over, hid her eyes with her hands, and gave herself up to deep,
and even to painful thought--while over that bright and beautiful
countenance came a thousand varied expressions as she recollected all
that had passed--while the look of horror rose there as she remembered
all the fearful scenes she had beheld, the murderous treachery of the
dragoons, the retribution taken by the people, and the death of the
unhappy girl who had received one of the random shots--while that
again was succeeded by the expression of admiration and enthusiasm, as
she recalled the words and conduct of the Protestant pastor, and while
a blush, half of shame and half of joy, succeeded, as she remembered
all that had passed between her and Albert of Morseiul; the Count
himself was wending his way slowly homeward, with feelings different
from hers, and by no means so happy.
She knew that difficulty and danger surrounded her, she knew that much
was necessarily to be endured, much to be apprehended; but she had
woman's greatest, strongest consolation. She had the great, the mighty
support, that she was loved by him whom alone she loved. With her that
was enough to carry her triumphant through all danger, to give her a
spirit to resist all oppression, to support her under all trials, to
overcome all fears.
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