The Guest of Quesnay eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 238 pages of information about The Guest of Quesnay.

Mrs. Harman was bending over her, and, as the girl sprang up lightly, threw her arms about her.  For my part, I rose more slowly, section by section, wondering why I did not fall apart; lips, nose, and cheeks bleeding, and I had a fear that I should need to be led like a blind man, through my eyelids swelling shut.  That was something I earnestly desired should not happen; but whether it did, or did not—­or if the heavens fell!—­I meant to walk back to Quesnay with Anne Elliott that night, and, mangled, broken, or half-dead, presenting whatever appearance of the prize-ring or the abattoir that I might, I intended to take the same train for Paris on the morrow that she did.

For our days together were not at an end; nor was it hers nor my desire that they should be.


It was Oliver Saffren—­as I like to think of him—­who helped me to my feet and wiped my face with his handkerchief, and when that one was ruined, brought others from his bag and stanched the wounds gladly received, in the service of his wife.

“I will remember—­” he said, and his voice broke.  “These are the memories which Keredec says make a man good.  I pray they will help to redeem me.”  And for the last time I heard the child in him speaking:  “I ought to be redeemed; I must be, don’t you think, for her sake?”

“Lose no time!” shouted Keredec.  “You must be gone if you will reach that certain town for the five-o’clock train of the morning.”  This was for the spy’s benefit; it indicated Lisieux and the train to Paris.  Mr. Percy struggled; the professor knelt over him, pinioning his wrists in one great hand, and holding him easily to earth.

“Ha! my friend—­” he addressed his captive—­“you shall not have cause to say we do you any harm; there shall be no law, for you are not hurt, and you are not going to be.  But here you shall stay quiet for a little while—­till I say you can go.”  As he spoke he bound the other’s wrists with a short rope which he took from his pocket, performing the same office immediately afterward for Mr. Percy’s ankles.

“I take the count!” was the sole remark of that philosopher.  “I can’t go up against no herd of elephants.”

“And now,” said the professor, rising, “good-bye!  The sun shall rise gloriously for you tomorrow.  Come, it is time.”

The two women were crying in each other’s arms.  “Good-bye!” sobbed Anne Elliott.

Mrs. Harman turned to Keredec.  “Good-bye! for a little while.”

He kissed her hand.  “Dear lady, I shall come within the year.”

She came to me, and I took her hand, meaning to kiss it as Keredec had done, but suddenly she was closer and I felt her lips upon my battered cheek.  I remember it now.

I wrung her husband’s hand, and then he took her in his arms, lifted her to the foot-board of the cart, and sprang up beside her.

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