Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 150: what you’re looking at

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138 WHEAT AND TARES. **In 1658. Butof what importance is this medallion to you? Itis a question of Monsieur de Naucrais.’’ ‘“*You found it at St. Omer in 1658?” said the duke, ‘*Yes,’’ replied Belle-Rose, who did not understand the Duc ds Luxembourg’s emotion. ‘‘I was then thirteen years old.”’ Monsieur de Luxembourg stepped back alittle and began to consider the young lieutenant. <A vail seemed to disap- pear from his face as the examination advanced. ‘*EKh, yes!’’ he exclaimed, ‘‘I find again that vague re- semblance which struck me on seeing you. Belle-Rose, did you say? but your name is not Belle-Rose! it is Jacques— Jacques Grinedal.’’ Belle-Rose, frightened, looked at Monsieur de Luxem- bourg. ‘*Eh! parbleu! You are Guillaume Grinedal’s son. Have I not seen the falconer’s little cottage?’’ ‘*You!’’ exclaimed Belle-Rose, who, in his turn, began to study the general’s features with an eager curiosity. ‘*But you have not kept, then, the least recollection of a day not an hour of which is effaced from my memory. Ah! you have not given the lie to my prediction—the brave child has become a brave officer. ’’ ‘The peddler!’’ said Belle- Rose. ‘‘Eh, yes! the peddler become, by the grace of God, general in the king’s service. The times are no longer the same, but the heart has not changed. Child, you have rendered me a service; become a man, it is my turn to serve you.”’ ‘‘Well, monsieur le duc, if it is true that you recollect that night passed under the roof of Guillaume Grinedal, permit me to ask you no other proof of your favor than the life of Monsieur de Naucrais.’’ ** Again !’’ ‘“‘Always! I wish nothing and expect nothing for my- self; but let this unhoped-for meeting save my captain as our first one has been of some aid to you, and among all the days of my life these will be two blessed days.’”’ Monsieur de Luxembourg kept turning the medallion between his fingers, caressing with the look an image which the chased lid had just uncovered. ‘**You have not changed, friend Jacques,’’ said he; ‘‘you are still the same proud and resolute fellow. Come, go. I will do for Monsieur de Naucrais everything which the military laws permit me.’’ Gomicbooks,