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He had spoken very slowly, as if weighing each of his words, but it was quickly, with a queer catch in his voice, that he added "I ask you to do this, my sister" he had never before called Madeleine Baudoin "my sister" "because of Claire's children, of Clairette and Jacqueline. Their mother would not wish a slur to rest upon them." She looked at him with piteous, hunted eyes.
On the Newfoundland expedition, the best authority is the long diary of the chaplain Baudoin, Journal du Voyage que j'ai fait avec M. d'Iberville; also, Memoire sur l'Entreprise de Terreneuve, 1696. Compare La Potherie, I. 24-52.
Now spake Baudoin: Fellows, let us get out into the garden at least; for this place is evil, and meseems it smells and tastes of tears and blood, and that evil wights that hate the life of men are lurking in the nooks thereof.
I say our enemies for all that love me are odious to these wretches. But courage, the hour is come, and the good people will have their turn." "Thank heaven, lady," said the smith; "or my part, I shall not be wanting in zeal. What delight to strip them of their mask!" "Let me remind you, M. Baudoin, that you have an appointment for to morrow with M. Hardy."
But, perhaps, we may do some without meaning it." "We?" "Yes, and therefore I thought: We may perhaps be the cause of her uneasiness." "How so?" "Listen, sister! yesterday Madame Baudoin tried to work at those sacks of coarse cloth there on the table." "Yes; but in about an half-hour, she told us sorrowfully, that she could not go on, because her eyes failed her, and she could not see clearly."
In his rage, the soldier rashly accused that confessor, but instead of arresting the Abbe Dubois, it was Mrs. Baudoin whom the magistrate felt compelled to arrest, as the person whom alone he ventured to commit for examination in regard to the orphans' disappearance. Thus triumphs, for the time being, the unseen foe.
Without waiting a second, Maitre Baudoin crossed over to the town hall and soon returned with a key in his hand. "Here, here's the key to a bakery there are rooms above. Your people can lodge there and you come in with us. All this will be over in a day or so; the news is good to-day. The Germans will never reach the Marne!"
Frances Baudoin, seated beside the small stove, which, in the cold and damp weather, yielded but little warmth, was busied in preparing her son Agricola's evening meal. Dagobert's wife was about fifty years of age; she wore a close jacket of blue cotton, with white flowers on it, and a stuff petticoat; a white handkerchief was tied round her head, and fastened under the chin.
Agricola held it towards the light, and read what follows: "A person who has reasons for concealing himself, but who knows the sisterly interest you take in the welfare of Agricola Baudoin, warns you. That young and worthy workman will probably be arrested in the course of to-morrow." "I!" exclaimed Agricola, looking at Mother Bunch with an air of stupefied amazement.
Rose and Blanche looked at each other with fresh uneasiness, for they counted much upon Mother Bunch to help them in the resolution they had taken. Fortunately, both they and Frances were soon to be satisfied on this head, for they heard two low knocks at the door, and the sempstress's voice, saying: "Can I come in, Mrs. Baudoin?"
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