"Yes," she answered slowly,--then with a sudden eagerness in her
manner she added, "Do you know, Loyse, I feel as if some very
strange influence had crept in among us! Pray do not think me
foolish, but I assure you I have had the most curious sensations
since my uncle, Cardinal Bonpre arrived from Rouen--bringing Manuel-
-"
"Manuel? Is that the boy I saw in the church this morning? The boy
who threw himself as a shield between Verginaud and the flying shot?
Yes? And do you not know who he is?"
"No," and Angela repeated the story of the way in which Manuel had
been found and rescued by the Cardinal; "You see," she continued,
"it is not possible to ask him any questions since he has declined
to tell us more than we already know."
"Strange!" And the Princesse D'Agramont knitted her delicate brows
perplexedly. "And you have had curious feelings since he came, you
say? What sort of feelings?"
"Well, you will only laugh at me," replied Angela, her cheeks paling
a little as she spoke, "but it really is as if some supernatural
being were present who could see all my inward thoughts,--and not
only mine, but the thoughts of everyone else. Someone too who impels
us to do what we have never thought of doing before--"
The Princesse opened her eyes in amazement.
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