Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 166: what you’re looking at

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152 GOOD AND EVIL. passing with bowed head, and her heart told her that it was the mysterious Suzanne whose name had so often made her tremble at the bedside of Belle-Rose. The pres- ence of Suzanne at the camp was explained by the nomina- tion of Monsieur d’Albergotti to the governorship of Charleroi. As to Genevieve, she had followed her hus- band, whom a court intrigue had some time since stripped of his governorship, and who had hastened to learn the cause of his recall. After the mass and prayers offered to the God of armies, the king withdrew to his apartments; the troops dispersed, and Belle-Rose, who had only one thought and one desire, took his way to the residence of Suzanne. His hand, concealed under his coat, crushed the flower against his breast: it had a penetrating odor which intoxicated him, and its embalmed petals were like hot iron which burned him. Madame d’Albergotti’s residence was near Coulé, in a place which might pass for solitary. Only six companies of dragoons were to be seen there. Belle-Rose turned a hedge which defended the approach to the house and pushed open a gate which closed the en- trance to the garden. A burst of half-restrained laughter stopped him. The garden seemed deserted like the house; no one was to be seen, but the branches of an elder shook in front of him, and behind the trembling foliage he dis- covered the fresh and smiling face of a young girl. ‘‘Claudine!’’ he exclaimed, and his extended arms pushed aside the slight rampart which separated him from his sister. He had perceived Claudine first; he afterward saw Cor- nelius. ‘*Both together,’’ he said to them; ‘‘my sister and my brother. ’’ At these words, which united them in the thought of Belle-Rose, Claudine blushed. ‘Oh!’ said she, with a smile upon her lips and with lowered eyes, , MaGustour O’Brien has scarcely been here two minutes.’ ‘Perhaps your memory is slightly in delay,’’ said Belle- Rose; ‘‘but it is a soft error of which happiness alone has the privilege. ue Cornelius extended his hand to the young lieutenant. ‘‘I shall no longer quit you,’’ he said to him; ‘‘our two kings are allies, and our hands are united. My place is here. A soldier, I shall fight like a soldier.’’ But Belle-Rose had at this moment all the egotism of love; he also wished a little of that joy which Cornelius (E(0) micbec @) S ( ) nN