"'Tis like love," said she, laughingly; "a slip-knot that looks tied
until it is tried."
She glanced at Bigot, expecting him to thank her, which he did with
a simple word. The thought of Caroline flashed over his mind like
lightning at that moment. She, too, as they walked on the shore of
the Bay of Minas had once tied the string of his cravat, when for
the first time he read in her flushed cheek and trembling fingers
that she loved him. Bigot, hardy as he was and reckless, refrained
from touching the hand or even looking at Angelique at this moment.
With the quick perception of her sex she felt it, and drew back a
step, not knowing but the next moment might overwhelm her with an
accusation. But Bigot was not sure, and he dared not hint to
Angelique more than he had done.
"Thanks for tying the knot, Angelique," said he at length. "It is a
hard knot, mine, is it not, both to tie and to untie?"
She looked at him, not pretending to understand any meaning he might
attach to his words. "Yes, it is a hard knot to tie, yours, Bigot,
and you do not seem particularly to thank me for my service.
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