Come, Christine, will you do it for
me? I know it's very little indeed I give you, and you're giving me
everything; but some people are born to be debtors in this world, and
some to be creditors, and some give all and get little, because--"
She interrupted him.
"Because they love as I love you," she said, throwing her arms round his
neck. "Show me where the money is, and I'll do all you say, if--"
"Yes, if anything happens to me," he said, and dropped his hand
caressingly upon her head. He loved her in that moment.
She raised her eyes to his. He stooped and kissed her. She was still in
his arms as the door opened and Monsieur and Madame Lavilette entered,
pale and angry.
CHAPTER XVIII
That night the British soldiers camped in the village. All over the
country the rebels had been scattered and beaten, and Bonaventure had
been humbled and injured. After the blind injustice of the fearful and
the beaten, Nicolas Lavilette and his family were blamed for the miseries
which had come upon the place. They had emerged from their isolation to
tempt popular favour, had contrived many designs and ambitions, and in
the midst of their largest hopes were humiliated, and were followed by
resentment.
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