White and red . e goes night there she keeps her vigil of suffer-ing, and the tardy, winter morning breaks,and Babette comes softly in, to take her turnin watching that Mademoiselle may rest. She draws the window-curtain noiselessly,and Gabrielle, with a slow, listless step movesforward to the light, and stands for a momentlooking out. Babettes eyes are fixed on her,and she utters a smothered cry of dismay. Gabrielle turns slowly, looking at her withwide, uncomprehending eyes, and speaks ina voice apathetic, from excess of pain. What hast thou, Babette ? But—Mademoiselles hair! Do but l
White and red . e goes night there she keeps her vigil of suffer-ing, and the tardy, winter morning breaks,and Babette comes softly in, to take her turnin watching that Mademoiselle may rest. She draws the window-curtain noiselessly,and Gabrielle, with a slow, listless step movesforward to the light, and stands for a momentlooking out. Babettes eyes are fixed on her,and she utters a smothered cry of dismay. Gabrielle turns slowly, looking at her withwide, uncomprehending eyes, and speaks ina voice apathetic, from excess of pain. What hast thou, Babette ? But—Mademoiselles hair! Do but lookin the glass, Mademoiselle! 9 2 White and Red. Gabrielle turns wearily to the mirror,hardly conscious, even of the most languidcuriosity. It is true. That night has notpast without leaving its visible mark. In thedark, soft hair, pushed back now from heraching forehead, are streaks and patches ofwhite, which were not there twelve hours moves away with a sad, strange signifies so little CHAPTER XIX. OUT OF THE CITY OF THE PLAGUE. The weary mariner so fast not fliesAn howling tempest, harbour to attain. Drummond. The following evening, Gabrielle de Thouarsis, indeed, left desolate. With terrifiedBabette, with a small, reserved doctor, whowould once have been utterly deferential toMademoiselle, but who now addresses herpunctiliously, as citoyenne, being by force ofcircumstances rather than from any strengthof opinions on the subject, an excellentpatriot, she stands by her aunts at the end, which comes soon after sun-set, Madame de Drou regains full conscious-ness, and beckons Gabrielle to lean over her,with a faint, loving recognition. 94 White and Red. I leave thee to Raoul, my child, shewhispers, brokenly; and her niece, with awrung heart, withholds the cruel truth thatwould so embitter these last moments. Theyare very few now; two or three long, slow,breaths, a momentary pressure of the handshe holds, and so Madame drifts away intothe
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