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The peace I found lay in that sweet face, turned partially away, yet appearing fairer than ever beneath the protecting hood, drawn up as the night air grew chill Whether sieness and timidity rested upon her, I could not deterhts so far away that our present surroundings were no uest drea all the hours I watched her; only once did she glance up, to smile as she met my eyes before I could withdraw thee, perchance this story ht never have been written; yet purer, truer love nosilently, for hours before De Noyan broke the oppressive silence with impatient speech Indeed, not the least iht was his continued stillness

"Le Diable!" he exclailooers Never have I put in soof a strained back, and a pair of sore hands What are those black, crawling things yonder? Mon Dieu! I have seen a thousand hideous delanced across h to hear once again the sound of a voice

"Only the fire-seared branch of a tree tossed on the current--the night rests heavily upon your nerves"

"Heavily? Parbleu! it has unhostlyto whisper, in fear of my own voice Eloise, are you there? or have the spectres of this haunted journey floith you?"

"Angels or de unconsciousness of his hts, I fear, have been sufficiently sad to accord ith the gloom, only my shadows are within, not without"

"Sacre! esture the vast extent of angry water "Why should I bear heavy heart, except for brooding phantoht? Life is still reatly valued it, to be sure, yet 'tis soht, and there is always pleasure left in the world for the young Froht ith ht be better if you dwelt upon the brighter view of our own future He is at rest; no tears can be of aid But we can look forward to dreareat ocean, seeking better fortune on the Continent France, they say, has ever a vacant place for a good sword, nor is the king likely to refuse service to a nephew of Bienville You and I, Eloise, shall yet tread the Paris streets, nor shall we go as beggars"