"
"Turn here, where I turn in my troubles, Angelique!" replied Amelie,
moving closer to the altar. "Let us pray for Le Gardeur."
Angelique obeyed mechanically, and the two girls prayed silently for
a few moments, but how differently in spirit and feeling! The one
prayed for her brother,--the other tried to pray, but it was more
for herself, for safety in her crime and success in her deep-laid
scheming. A prayer for Le Gardeur mingled with Angelique's
devotions, giving them a color of virtue. Her desire for his
welfare was sincere enough, and she thought it disinterested of
herself to pray for him.
Suddenly Angelique started up as if stung by a wasp. "I must take
leave of you, my Amelie," said she; "I am glad I met you here. I
trust you understand me now, and will rely on my being as a sister
to Le Gardeur, to do what I can to restore him perfect to you and
the good Lady de Tilly."
Amelie was touched. She embraced Angelique and kissed her; yet so
cold and impassive she felt her to be, a shiver ran through her as
she did so.
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