Angelique looked in the face of Le
Gardeur with a meaning smile, as she counted each stroke with her
dainty finger on his cheek. When finished, she sprang up and looked
out of the lattice at the summer night.
The stars were twinkling like living things. Charles's Wain lay
inverted in the northern horizon; Bootes had driven his sparkling
herd down the slope of the western sky. A few thick tresses of her
golden hair hung negligently over her bosom and shoulders. She
placed her arm in Le Gardeur's, hanging heavily upon him as she
directed his eyes to the starry heavens. The selfish schemes she
carried in her bosom dropped for a moment to the ground. Her feet
seemed to trample them into the dust, while she half resolved to be
to this man all that he believed her to be, a true and devoted
woman.
"Read my destiny, Le Gardeur," said she, earnestly. "You are a
Seminarist. They say the wise fathers of the Seminary study deeply
the science of the stars, and the students all become adepts in it."
"Would that my starry heaven were more propitious, Angelique,"
replied he, gaily kissing her eyes.
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