Michael and all the angels, touched her
sensuous nature, but failed to touch her conscience.
A crowd of worshippers were kneeling upon the floor of the
Cathedral, unobstructed in those days by seats and pews, except on
one side, where rose the stately bancs of the Governor and the
Intendant, on either side of which stood a sentry with ported arms,
and overhead upon the wall blazed the royal escutcheons of France.
Angelique, whose eyes roved incessantly about the church, turned
them often towards the gorgeous banc of the Intendant, and the
thought intruded itself to the exclusion of her prayers, "When shall
I sit there, with all these proud ladies forgetting their devotions
through envy of my good fortune?"
Bigot did not appear in his place at church to-day. He was too
profoundly agitated and sick, and lay on his bed till evening,
revolving in his astute mind schemes of vengeance possible and
impossible, to be carried out should his suspicions of Angelique
become certainties of knowledge and fact. His own safety was at
stake.
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