The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 1 (of 3)Wingfield, Lewis
History
The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 1 (of 3)
Wingfield, Lewis
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
The marquise pushed him from her with a strength wrung from
indignation. "For the sake of all of us, go for a time," she murmured.
"In the name of honest womanhood and vain regret--go! that this folly
may be forgotten. I will try to forget. Go! and I swear to you that no
word of it shall pass my lips."
"How little you know me," scoffed the abbe, disdaining for the time to
press her further. "Have you not learnt yet, that what I will is done?
Awake the pig there, and ask if it is not so. What I have resolved
upon, I do. You are mine--all mine--whether you like it or not; now or
a little later!"
"Then I must seek refuge with my husband."
"If you accuse me, he will not believe you. The influence over him
that you awkwardly threw away, I gained. How ill you've played your
cards, most charming woman! He is a weak man who must be led by some
one--it might have been by _you_. Come, say the word, and you shall
lead him yet; or, rather, we will together."
Gabrielle looked again into the abbe's face (which was so terribly
close to hers), then at that of his sleeping brother, who had turned
in uneasy slumber. How could she have been deceived so long?
Sensuality on both masks--the one, gross and altogether earthy; the
other, marked by flashes of sly eyes and twists of thin lips that were
not well to look upon, for that second mask was transparent, and the
devil was peering through.
"I will give you time to think," proceeded the abbe, "since, though
the moment is propitious, you are not in the mood for wooing. Here is
a rebus. Your fate is in my hand, yet in your own. According as you
decide, you will find in me the most devoted servant or the most
implacable enemy. The love of us southerners is not far removed from
hate. According as you act, you may bask in its beams or be scorched
into a cinder; hence it is to be feared and respected."
Pressing so close to her that she could feel the pulsations of his
breast, he added in low accents that cut into her heart like steel,
"Be well advised, and comprehend the truth. Your life hangs in the
balance for happiness or misery. Consider, and choose wisely, for this
is the critical time on which your fate depends."
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