de Courtornieu. "But listen to what
Marie-Anne has written."
She drew from her belt where she had placed it, Mlle. Lacheneur's letter
and read:
"'My dear blanche--You know that the Duc de Sairmeuse has returned. The
news fell upon us like a thunder-bolt. My father and I had become
too much accustomed to regard as our own the deposit which had been
intrusted to our fidelity; we have been punished for it. At least, we
have done our duty, and now all is ended. She whom you have called your
friend, will be, hereafter, only a poor peasant girl, as her mother was
before her.'"
The most subtle observer would have supposed that Mlle. Blanche was
experiencing the keenest emotion. One would have sworn that it was only
by intense effort that she succeeded in restraining her tears--that they
were even trembling behind her long lashes.
The truth was, that she was thinking only of discovering, upon Martial's
face, some indication of his feelings. But now that he was on guard, his
features might have been marble for any sign of emotion they betrayed.
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