“I must explain to her. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's
daddy had a bundle of coin. While the girl kept
the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself
would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of
her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts
to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still
worse upon her mind. ’
So saying, she threw a meaning look over her shoulder at Lucilla, much to
Gerald’s approval. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of
freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before
that fellow’s eyes.
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