Five girls just verging on womanhood, perfect in manner and
appearance--as the Ursulines knew well how to train the young olive-
plants of the Colony,--walked on demurely enough, looking apparently
straight forward, but casting side glances from under their veils
which raked the Sieur La Force and Angelique with a searching fire
that nothing could withstand, La Force said; but which Angelique
remarked was simply "impudence, such as could only be found in
Convent girls!"
They came nearer. Angelique might have supposed they were going
to pass by them had she not known too well their sly ways. The
foremost of the five, Louise Roy, whose glorious hair was the boast
of the city, suddenly threw back her veil, and disclosing a charming
face, dimpled with smiles and with a thousand mischiefs lurking
in her bright gray eyes, sprang towards Angelique, while her
companions--all Louises of the famous class of that name--also
threw up their veils, and stood saluting Angelique and La Force
with infinite merriment.
Louise Roy, quizzing La Force through a coquettish eyeglass which
she wore on a ribbon round her pretty neck, as if she had never seen
him before, motioned to him in a queenly way as she raised her
dainty foot, giving him a severe look, or what tried to be such but
was in truth an absurd failure.
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