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"Yes, Monsieur," answered the old lackey from his corner. "I do not like that young priest. He is all eyes; and he makes me cold." Brother Jacques meanwhile found Sister Benie in one of the Indian schoolrooms. "Sister, are you too busy to attend the wants of a sick man?" "Who is the sick man, my son?" "Monsieur le Marquis de Périgny." "He is very ill?" laying down her hooks.
La Grange fit, en effet, un mariage a demi secret. Ce ne fut point a sa paroisse que fut benie son union avec M. de Frontenac, mais dans une des petites eglises de la Cite qui avaient le privilege de recevoir les amants qui s'unissaient malgre leurs parents, et ceux qui regularisaient leur position et s'epousaient un peu avant quelquefois apres la naissance d'un enfant. Ce fut a, St.
This strange land was full of phantoms. Only the other night he had seen a face resembling Marie de Montbazon's. Bah! "You are Sister Benie?" he said at once, narrowing his eyes. "Faith," he thought, "if all nuns were like this woman, Christianity were easy to embrace." "Yes, Monsieur," replied the nun. "Brother Jacques has sent me to you. What may I do for you?" "You were young once?"
Being without excuse, the Chevalier joined him, and together they proceeded toward the quarters. Sister Benie stared after them till they had disappeared around the corner of the building. "Chevalier," said the vicomte, "do you remember Henri de Leviston?" "De Leviston?" The Chevalier frowned. "Yes; I recollect him. Why?" "He is here." "In Quebec?" "Yes.
He tried to strike the bell, but the effort merely sent it jangling to the floor. "Begone!" "Monsieur!" "Must I call for help?" Brother Jacques could stand no more. He rushed madly toward the door, which he opened violently. Sister Benie stood in the corridor, transfixed. "My son?" she faltered. A pathetic little sob escaped her. Her arms reached out feebly; she fell.
She moved to one side, and he passed into the room. When he reached the bedside, he turned. Sister Benie dropped her gaze, stepped into the corridor, and softly closed the door. Brother Jacques and the marquis were alone. The mask of calm fell from the priest's countenance, leaving it gloomy and haggard. But the fever in his eyes remained unchanged.
She quiets me. Brother Jacques may come in half an hour; after him, Monsieur le Comte. I wish to have done with all things and die in peace." So Jehan went in search of Sister Benie. When she came in her angelic face was as white as the collaret which encircled her throat, and the scar was more livid than usual. Alas, the marquis's mind had gone a-wandering again: the coal dimmed.
Outside, in the corridor, Jehan was listening with eyes distended. And the marquis did not know, being out of his mind again! "Hush, Henriot!" said Sister Benie. Tumult was in her heart. His icy hand closed over hers, which was scarce warmer; all the blood was in her heart. Her arms ached with longing to wrap this poor form to her breast. This was the supreme hour of her expiation.
"Give it to me;" but the marquis's fingers trembled and shook and his eyes stared in vain. "My eyes have failed me, too. I can not distinguish one letter from another. Give it to Brother Jacques when he comes. He is a priest; they all read Latin." "Then I shall send for him and Monsieur le Comte?" "Wait till I am sure that I can stand the sight of him. Is Sister Benie without? Call her.
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