"
"Nay; go on, brother! Who could this mysterious stranger and no
stranger have been?"
"Pierre Philibert, Amelie! Pierre--our Pierre, you know! You
recollect him, sister!"
"Recollect Pierre Philibert? Why, how could I ever forget him while
you are living? since to him we are all indebted for your life,
brother!"
"I know that; are you not glad, as I am, at his return?" asked Le
Gardeur, with a penetrating look.
She threw her arms round him involuntarily, for she was much
agitated. "Glad, brother? Yes, I am glad because you are glad."
"No more than that, Amelie? That is a small thing to be glad for."
"Oh, brother! I am glad for gladness's sake! We can never overpay
the debt of gratitude we owe Pierre Philibert."
"O my sweet sister," replied he, kissing her, "I knew my news would
please you. Come, we will go down and see him at once, for Pierre
is in the house."
"But, Le Gardeur!" She blushed and hesitated. "Pierre Philibert I
knew--I could speak to him; but I shall hardly dare recognize him in
the stately soldier of to-day.
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