kisses, and the thing is
done." He rose abruptly, and went up to the young girl:
"Since you have given me these flowers," he began, in a husky voice,
"will you also, in sign of friendship, give me your hand, as you gave it
to Claudet?"
After a moment's hesitation, she held out her hand; but, hardly had he
touched it when he completely lost control of himself, and slipping the
arm which remained free around Reine's waist, he drew her toward him
and lightly touched with his lips her neck, the beauty of which had so
magnetized him.
The young girl was stronger than he; in the twinkling of an eye she tore
herself from his audacious clasp, threw him violently backward, and with
one bound reached the door of the hut. She stood there a moment, pale,
indignant, her eyes blazing, and then exclaimed, in a hollow voice:
"If you come a step nearer, I will call the charcoalmen!"
But Julien had no desire to renew the attack; already sobered, cowed,
and repentant, he had retreated to the most obscure corner of the
dwelling.
"Are you mad?" she continued, with vehemence, "or has the wine got into
your head? It is rather early for you to be adopting the ways of your
deceased cousin! I give you notice that they will not succeed with me!"
And, at the same moment, tears of humiliation filled her eyes. "I did
not expect this of you, Monsieur de Buxieres!"
"Forgive me!" faltered Julien, whose heart smote him at the sight of
her tears; "I have behaved like a miserable sinner and a brute! It was a
moment of madness--forget it and forgive me!"
"Nobody ever treated me with disrespect before," returned the young
girl, in a suffocated voice; "I was wrong to allow you any familiarity,
that is all. It shall not happen to me again!"
Julien remained mute, overpowered with shame and remorse. Suddenly,
in the stillness around, rose the voices of the dancers returning and
singing the refrain of the rondelay:
I had a rose--
On my heart it lay
Will those who are young
Be married, or nay?
Yea, yea!
"There are our people," said Reine, softly, "I am going to them;
adieu--do not follow me!" She left the but and hastened toward the
furnace, while Julien, stunned with the rapidity with which this
unfortunate scene had been enacted, sat down on one of the benches,
a prey to confused feelings of shame and angry mortification. No,
certainly, he did not intend to follow her! He had no desire
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