She had already undergone a revulsion
of feeling, and repented having carried her resentment so far,--not
that she felt it less, but she was cunning and artful, although her
temper sometimes overturned her craft, and made wreck of her
schemes.
"I am sorry I was so angry, Bigot, as to strike you with this feeble
hand." Angelique smiled as she extended her dainty fingers, which,
delicate as they were, had the strength and elasticity of steel.
"Not so feeble either, Angelique!" replied he, laughing; "few men
could plant a better blow: you hit me on the heart fairly,
Angelique."
He seized her hand and lifted it to his lips. Had Queen Dido
possessed that hand she would have held fast Aeneas himself when he
ran away from his engagements.
Angelique pressed the Intendant's hand with a grasp that left every
vein bloodless. "As I hold fast to you, Bigot, and hold you to your
engagements, thank God that you are not a woman! If you were, I
think I should kill you. But as you are a man, I forgive, and take
your promise of amendment.
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