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You will get safely to Detroit." "And you?" inquired Jeanne. "And you?" repeated Jeanne Angelot when Owaissa seemed lost in thought. "I shall remain here. When Louis Marsac comes I will break the fatal spell that bound him, and the priest will marry us. I shall make him very happy, for we are kindred blood; happier than any cool-blooded, pale-face girl could dream. And now you must set out.
Then she brought the child to me and had it christened by the name on the card, Jeanne Angelot. Madame had a longing for the ministrations of the Church, but her husband was opposed. In her last illness he consented. He loved her very dearly. I think he was afraid of the influence of a priest, but he need not have been.
What shall I bring you when I come? Beaver or otter, or white fox " "Madame Reamaur hath a cape of beautiful silver fox, and when the wind blows through it there are curious dazzles on every tip." "Surely thou hast grand ideas, Jeanne Angelot." "I should not wear such a thing. I am only a little girl, and that is for great ladies.
"She has fainted," and one of the sisters went to her, "Help, let us carry her into the next room." They bore her away. Father Gilbert turned fiercely to the Sieur Angelot. "There might be some question as to rights in the child," he said, in a clear, cold tone. "When did the Sieur repudiate his early marriage? He has on his island home a new wife and children."
Madame De Ber and her coterie, for already there were little cliques in Detroit, shrugged their shoulders and raised their eyebrows when Jeanne Angelot was mentioned. She was such a coquette! And though she flouted Louis Marsac to his face, when he had really taken her at her word and gone, she might have repented and run after him.
"And now," began the Sieur Angelot, when they were out in the sunshine, the choicest blessing of God, and had left the bare, gloomy room behind them, "and now, petite Jeanne, let us find thy Indian mother." Was there a prouder or happier girl in all Old Detroit than Jeanne Angelot?
So it might justly be called old this afternoon, as almost two centuries had elapsed since the French had built their huts and made a point for the fur trade, that Jeanne Angelot sat outside the palisade, leaning against the Pani woman who for years had been a slave, from where she did not know herself, except that she had been a child up in the fur country.
Catharine's maids and in the other world will spend my time combing her hair. Thou mayst come and go many times, perhaps, and find me Jeanne Angelot still." "Have you forsworn marriage? For a handsome girl hardly misses a lover." He was trying to keep his temper in the face of such a plain denial. "I am not for marriage," she returned briefly. "You are young to be so resolute."
Her slim figure, in its virginal lines, was as lissome as the child's, but there was an exquisite roundness to every limb and it lent flexibility to her movements. A beautiful girl, Mademoiselle Fleury acknowledged to herself, and she wondered that no one beside M. St. Armand had seen the promise in her. The Sieur Angelot had been presented to the guest so lately returned from abroad.
And one night when her secret had pricked her sorely she told me her suspicions. My little child might be alive, might have escaped by some miracle; and she besought me with all eagerness to hasten to Detroit and find this Jeanne Angelot. She had been jealous and unhappy that there should be another claimant for my love, but then she was nobly sweet and generous and would give you a warm welcome.
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