That kiss from those adored lips sealed his fate. It was the first--
better it had been the last, better he had never been born than
have drank the poison of her lips.
"Now answer me my questions, Le Gardeur," added she, after a pause
of soft blandishments.
Le Gardeur felt her fingers playing with his hair, as, like Delilah,
she cut off the seven locks of his strength.
"There is a lady at Beaumanoir; tell me who and what she is, Le
Gardeur," said she.
He would not have hesitated to betray the gate of Heaven at her
prayer; but, as it happened, Le Gardeur could not give her the
special information she wanted as to the particular relation in
which that lady stood to the Intendant. Angelique with wonderful
coolness talked away, and laughed at the idea of the Intendant's
gallantry. But she could get no confirmation of her suspicions from
Le Gardeur. Her inquiry was for the present a failure, but she made
Le Gardeur promise to learn what he could and tell her the result of
his inquiries.
They sat long conversing together, until the bell of the Recollets
sounded the hour of midnight.
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