"And now mind what I say!"--her hand pressed
heavily on the girl's shoulder, while she gave her a look that
seemed to freeze the very marrow in her bones. "You know a secret
about the Lady of Beaumanoir, Fanchon, and one about me too! If you
ever speak of either to man or woman, or even to yourself, I will
cut the tongue out of your mouth and nail it to that door-post!
Mind my words, Fanchon! I never fail to do what I threaten."
"Oh, only do not look so at me, my Lady!" replied poor Fanchon,
perspiring with fear. "I am sure I never shall speak of it. I
swear by our Blessed Lady of Ste. Foye! I will never breathe to
mortal that I gave you that letter."
"That will do!" replied Angelique, throwing herself down in her
great chair. "And now you may go to Lizette; she will attend to
you. But REMEMBER!"
The frightened girl did not wait for another command to go.
Angelique held up her finger, which to Fanchon looked terrible as a
poniard. She hurried down to the servants' hall with a secret held
fast between her teeth for once in her life; and she trembled at the
very thought of ever letting it escape.
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