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I am glad: and yet and yet there was much chance that it would never be finished." "Why?" "Carbourd is gone." "Yes, I know-well?" "Well, I should be gone also were it not for this portrait. The chance came. I was tempted. I determined to finish this. I stayed." "Do you think that he will be caught?" "Not alive.
"M. Laflamme has escaped. God help us all!" And she turned and groped her way into the room she had left. She felt for a chair and sat down. She must think of what she now was. She wondered if Carbourd was killed. She listened and thought not, since there was no sound without. But she knew that the house would be roused. She bowed her head in her hands.
It is a pity that we cannot take Citizen Louise Michel with us." "Her time will come." "She has no children crying and starving at home like " "Like yours, Carbourd, like yours. Well, I am starving here. Give me something to eat. . . . Ah, that is good excellent! What more can we want but freedom! Till the darkness of tyranny be overpast overpast, eh?"
His greeting to Carbourd was nonchalantly cordial: "Well, you see, comrade, King Ovi's Cave is a reality." "So." "I saw the boat. The horses? What do you know?" "They will be at Point Assumption to-night." "Then we go to-night. We shall have to run the chances of rifles along the shore at a range something short, but we have done that before, at the Barricades, eh, Carbourd?" "At the Barricades.
I wish you to wait there until M. Laflamme and Carbourd come by the river that is their only chance. If they get across the hills they can easily reach the sea. I know that two of your horses have been over the path; they are sure-footed; they would know it in the night. Is it not so?" "It is so. There are not a dozen horses in the colony that could be trusted on it at night, but mine are safe.
The wife calls to her husband, my darlings say, 'Will father never come home?" Marie's eyes were moist. "Mademoiselle, he was no common criminal. He would have died for the cause grandly. He loved France too wildly. That was his sin." "Carbourd is free," she said, as though to herself. "He has escaped." His voice was the smallest whisper. "And now my time has come." "When? And where do you go?"
Tell me quick how to go." She swiftly gave him directions, and he darted away. Again there was a rustle in the leaves, and a man stepped forth. Something glistened in his hands a rifle, though she could not see it plainly. It was levelled at the flying figure of Carbourd. There was a report. Marie started forward with her hands on her temples and a sharp cry.
He had had nothing to eat, he had had no sleep, he suffered from a wound in his neck caused by the broken protruding branch of a tree; but he had courage, and he was struggling for liberty a tolerably sweet thing when one has it not. He found the Cave at last, and with far greater ease than Carbourd had done, because he knew the ground better, and his instinct was keener.
His greeting to Carbourd was nonchalantly cordial: "Well, you see, comrade, King Ovi's Cave is a reality." "So." "I saw the boat. The horses? What do you know?" "They will be at Point Assumption to-night." "Then we go to-night. We shall have to run the chances of rifles along the shore at a range something short, but we have done that before, at the Barricades, eh, Carbourd?" "At the Barricades.
"I only think that death would be easier than the life of half of the convicts here." "They themselves would prefer it, perhaps." "Tell me, who is the convict that has escaped?" she feverishly asked. "Is it a political prisoner?" "You would not know him. He was one of the Commune who escaped shooting in the Place de la Concorde. Carbourd, I think, was his name."
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