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It was the last proclamation of the joyous hour, and was Chester's. He had bought on wonderfully easy terms vieux carré terms the large house and grounds opposite the Chapdelaine cottage, and there the aunts were to dwell with the young pair. "Permanently?" "Ah, only whiles we live!" The coterie adjourned. Already the sisters had begun to move in. Mrs. Chester helped them "marvellouzly."
But as for myself, I am well enough where I am, and have no wish to return." Madame Chapdelaine shook her head. "There is no better life than the life of a farmer who has good health and owes no debts. He is a free man, has no boss, owns his beasts, works for his own profit ... The finest life there is!" "I hear them all say that," Lorenzo retorted, "one is free, his own master.
To Maria Chapdelaine, glancing inattentively here and there, there was nothing in all this to make one feel lonely or afraid.
Every morning the men scanned the heavens and took counsel together. "The wind is backing to the sou'east. Bad luck! Beyond question it will rain again," said Edwige Legare with a gloomy face. Or it was old Chapdelaine who followed the movement of the white clouds that rose above the tree-tops, sailed in glad procession across the clearing, and disappeared behind the dark spires on the other side.
"Maria is not at her best this evening," said Madame Chapdelaine by way of excusing her, "she is really not used to having visitors you see..." Had she but known! ...
"When Francois found that he could not take the train he burst into a laugh, and in that sort of a humour said that as it was a case of walking he would walk all the way-reaching the lake by following the rivers, first the Croche and then the Ouatchouan which falls in near Roberval." "That is so," said Chapdelaine. "It can be done. I have gone that way." "Not at this time of year, Mr.
But working alone, as I do, without a horse to draw the heavy logs, one makes poor headway and has a hard time of it. However you are always getting on, getting on." Madame Chapdelaine, liking him, and feeling a great sympathy for his solitary labour in this worthy cause, gave him a few words of encouragement.
You should be able to recall that, Madame Chapdelaine?" From the depths of her memory mother Chapdelaine unearthed a number of Surprenants and as many Bourglouis, and gave the list with their baptismal names, successive places of residence and a full record of their alliances. "Right. Precisely right. Well, this one here is Lorenzo. He has been in the States for many years, working in a factory."
Supper was nearly at an end when a footstep sounded without; Chien pricked up his ears but gave no growl. "A visitor," announced mother Chapdelaine, "Eutrope Gagnon has come over to see us." It was an easy guess, as Eutrope Gagnon was their only neighbour.
And now, with Cupid leading, and sleeping as he led, and with a Dubroca beside each aunt, and Aline and Chester following, this remnant of the company approached the Conti Street corner, on the way to the Chapdelaine home. At the turn
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