It
was a bear-trainer, singing to his bear the same weird song, without
words, which Vanne Castine sang to Michael. Over in another street they
could see the bear on his hind feet, dancing, but they could not see the
man.
Christine glanced at Ferrol anxiously, for she was nervous and excited,
though her face had also a look of exultant happiness.
"No, it's not Castine!" he said, as if in reply to her look.
In a vague way, however, she felt it to be ominous.
CHAPTER XV
The village had no thought or care for anything except the Rebellion and
news of it; and for several days Ferrol and Christine lived their new
life unobserved by the people of the village, even by the household of
Manor Casimbault.
It almost seemed that Ferrol's prophecy regarding himself was coming
true, for his cheek took on a heightened colour, his step a greater
elasticity, and he flung his shoulders out with a little of the old
military swagger: cheerful, forgetful of all the world, and buoyant in
what he thought to be his new-found health and permanent happiness.
Vague reports came to the village concerning the Rebellion. There were
not a dozen people in the village who espoused the British cause; and
these few were silent.
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