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That's all there is to it!" "I guess they would have mixed with me all right in about a minute," George said with a smile. "I had about abandoned hope!" "How'd you get here?" asked Antoine. George related the story of the adventures of the previous night, omitting, however, any mention of the Little Brass God.
Here Antoine saw me safely placed in charge of the boatman, who bade me never fear, for he would safely carry me to Bordeaux. We pushed off: the moon shone cold and bright; the air on the river felt fresh and chill. The boatman threw a warm covering on me, bade me sleep, and began a monotonous boat-song. I soon slept.
When we returned to the cabin we were amazed to see a sleigh standing outside, and dogs feeding. Two men were seated at the priests table, smoking. "Diable, monsieur, don't you keep a stove in your house?" shouted a well-known voice to Père Antoine.
Antoine Lecorbeau could hardly believe his ears when a messenger came to tell him that the abbe, in consideration of faithful services already rendered, would release him from the duty required of him. A load rolled off the Acadian's prudent soul, though he remained in a state of anxious perplexity.
When M. Antoine Perron entered, they started; at length, and then recollecting his mission, blushed crimson, looked one at another, and then at the ground, awaiting his address. "Monsieur, and Madame," said the notary, "according to your desires I come with all the documents necessary for your separation, and the division of your property.
She seemed quite cross with me for having come to find her, and said it was not at all proper to walk about a church alone, which does seem odd, doesn't it, Mamma? As one would have thought if there was any place really respectable to stroll in, it would have been a church. I told her how bored I was, and about "Antoine" passing, and how I had tried to make him see.
The father said nothing. The mother, less timid, exclaimed: "She is too black. No, indeed, this is too much for me. It turns my blood." "You will get used to it," said Antoine. "Perhaps so, but not at first." They went into the house, where the good woman was somewhat affected at the spectacle of the negress engaged in cooking.
I'm so pleased," he said, addressing Pierre; "I fancy that I've found what I want for our little motor. Tell father that things are going on all right, and that he must make haste to get well." At these words his brothers, Francois and Antoine, drew close to him with a common impulse.
Afloat and in commission, to be had for the asking and the necessary check. Dazzling white, in perfect order, a second Antoine for a chef, rooms furnished as you would your own villa. What do you say?" "Really?" asked Le Mire with sparkling eyes. "Really." "Here in San Francisco?" "In the harbor. I saw her myself this morning." "Then I say allons! Ah, my friend, you are perfection!
It had been there for centuries, and was held in great veneration; and old Antoine had always cut the choicest buds of his roses and set them in a delf pot in front of it, every other morning all the summer long.
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