She was half afraid that her former school companion would speak to
her on the subject of Le Gardeur. She could not brazen it out with
Amelie, who knew her too well, and if she could, she would gladly
avoid the angry flash of those dark, pure eyes.
The organ was pealing the last notes of the Doxology, and the voices
of the choristers seemed to reecho from the depths of eternity the
words, "in saecula saeculorum," when Angelique rose up suddenly to
leave the church.
Her irreverent haste caused those about her to turn their heads at
the slight confusion she made, Amelie among the rest, who recognized
at once the countenance of Angelique, somewhat flushed and
irritated, as she strove vainly, with the help of La Force, to get
out of the throng of kneeling people who covered the broad floor of
the Cathedral.
Amelie deemed it a fortunate chance to meet Angelique so
opportunely--just when her desire to do so was strongest. She
caught her eye, and made her a quick sign to stay, and approaching
her, seized her hands in her old, affectionate way.
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