"Did I hint that you would cater to any one?" she responded, with a lift
of her slender chin. The wind had blown out a long tress of Peggy's
hair, which trailed to the floor. Rice seldom looked at her; but he
noticed this sweep of living redness with something like approval; in
shadow it shone softened to bronze.
"I think my father and Colonel Menard are coming back," said Angelique.
"I see a light moving out from the bluffs."
"Oh, no; they are only picking their way among trees to a landing."
"They have gone with the current and the wind," said Rice. "It will take
a longer time to make their way back against the current and the wind."
"Let us begin to bind and gag madame now, anyhow," Peggy suggested
recklessly. "It's what the colonel will do, if he is forced to it. She
will never of her own will go into the boat."
"Poor tante-gra'mere. I should have asked Father Olivier to urge her.
But this is such a time of confusion one thinks of nothing."
Angelique bent to watch Maria's stupor.
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