Oh,
that I were buried alive with mountains piled over me to hide me
from my father! What shall I do? Whither shall I go? Bigot,
Bigot, why have you forsaken me?"
Mere Malheur continued eyeing her with cold curiosity, but was ready
at the first moment to second the promptings of the evil spirit
contained in the letter.
"Mademoiselle," said she, "there is but one way to escape from the
search to be made by your father and the Governor,--take counsel of
her who sends you that friendly letter. She can offer you a safe
hiding-place until the storm blows over. Will you see her, my
Lady?"
"See her! I, who dare see no one! Who is she that sends me such
strange news? Is it truth? Do you know her?" continued she,
looking fixedly at Mere Malheur, as if in hope of reading on her
countenance some contradiction of the matter contained in the
letter.
"I think it is all true, my Lady," replied she, with mock humility;
"I am but a poor messenger, however, and speak not myself of things
I do not know, but she who sends me will tell you all.
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