Old Creole Days

e sign, others came to notice which were especially bad,-for instance, wakefulness. At well-nigh any hour of the n

sort of evidence. If he showed distress of mind, it

und so long that he began rea

t to those who held preconceived notions of a banker's calling. As a banker, at least, he was certainly out of balance; while as a promenader, it seemed

ide on the tiled floor of the church, "yonder is Miché Vignevielle! If you will only look at

that Monsieur Vignevielle should always b

direction whence you could faintly catch, in the stillness of the daybreak, the songs of the Gascon butchers and the pounding of their meat-axes on the stalls of the distant market-hou

ht she, as she started timorously on her way. But she had not gone a doz

as not prepared to consider that. A terrible secret was haunting her. Yesterday morning she had found a shoe-trac

frights were upon her at once-one for herself, another for Olive, left alone in the house; but she had but the one prayer-"God protect my child!" After a fearful time she reached a place of safety, the cathed

by which she had entered, her eyes in al

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d mild. Monsieur Vignevielle came slowly forward from the shade of t

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aker's strangely kind and patient eyes

gnevielle, "wad pud you bo

She asked if he thought

' bécassines-de-mer, ou somezin' ligue. But

hout ever succeeding half so well in lifting the curtain upon the whole,

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up. He

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as about to resent this offer. Monsieur Vignevielle put forth his hand

prattycabble. One w'ite jantleman, Madame. You can truz

own, twining her handker

ed his pr

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you

ore her eye of faith

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rown so exaltedly bold that she said as they w

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