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The horror of it smote her being, and, like one struck by lightning, she sank to the floor unconscious. The thing had hit her where soul and body were closely knit; and she had realized for the first time how we all must pay to the last penny for every offence we commit against the laws of life and nature. Barode Barouche had paid and she must pay she also who had sinned with him must pay.
And who will read the document?" "Who but the man he's trying to defeat? tell me that." "You mean Barode Barouche?" "Who else?" "Has he agreed to do it?" Luzanne nodded. "On the day Carnac became a candidate." "And if Carnac Grier denies it?" "He won't deny it. He never has. He says he was drunk when the thing was done mais, oui." "Is that all he says?" "No.
There were days, however, when he appeared, mentally, to be watching the street corners. One day at a public meeting he thought the sensation had come. He had just finished his speech in reply to Barode Barouche eloquent, eager, masterful. Youth's aspirations, with a curious sympathy with the French Canadian people, had idealized his utterances.
At last she said: "Now I've come here to make him acknowledge me. He's ruined my life, broken my hopes, and " "Broken your hopes!" interrupted Barode Barouche. "How is that?" "I might have married some one else. I could have married some one else." "Well, why don't you? There's the Divorce Court. What's to prevent it?" "You ask me that you a Frenchman and a Roman Catholic! I'm French.
Never had feeling run higher, never had racial lines been so cut across. Barode Barouche fought with vigour, but from the going of Luzanne Larue, there passed from him the confidence he had felt since the first day of Carnac's candidature.
You haven't a good memory. . . . Come, I think your account with my father is squared; and I want you to vote to put my father's son in Parliament, and to put out Barode Barouche, who's been there too long. Come, come, Grandois, isn't it a bargain? Your tongue's sharp, but your heart's in the right place is it a bargain?"
He had said when he sent her word of his victory, that he feared he would not be able to see her the next day at all, as he had so much to do. She even declined to see Junia when she came, sending word that she was in bed, indisposed. The letter she wrote ran thus: MY BELOVED CARNAC, Your news of the death of Barode Barouche has shocked me.
"Beetledog wasp spider" he had been called by this big man well, he should see that the wasp could give as good as it got. His big gnarled hand enclosed the hand of Barode Barouche, then he suddenly closed on it tight. He closed on it till he felt it crunching in his own and saw that the face of Barode Barouche was like that of one in a chair of torture.
You never knew what love was never! You had passion, you had hunger of the body, but of love you did not know. I know you, Barode Barouche. You have no heart, you have only sentiment and imagination. No no, you could not be true. You could never know how." Suddenly a tempest of fire seemed to burn in his eyes, in his whole being.
I like your being with me." The meeting was held in what had been a skating-rink and drill-hall. On the platform in the centre was the chairman, with Barode Barouche on his right. There was some preliminary speech-making from the chairman.
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