‘And now, monsieur le
major—’
‘I will see you to the door,’ Gerald said, looking with interest at the building
that his observant groom had told him housed a small collection of nuns. They turned the corner that joined Michelle's street to
her own. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only
admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on
him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. Had she not seen them go
forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his
imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood,
she must present some irresistible project. But it is my fault. So dreadful were these
shouts as to produce an effect upon the hardened feelings of Jonathan, who
shrank out of sight.
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