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Madame Chapdelaine announced in a tone mingling pleasure and astonishment. Maria also arose, agitated, smoothing her hair with unconscious hand; but it was Ephrem Surprenant of Honfleur who opened the door. "We have come to pay you a visit!" He shouted this with the air of one who announces a great piece of news. Behind him was someone unknown to them, who bowed and smiled in a very mannerly way.
"If the nor'west holds till to-morrow we shall begin," he announces. But next day the wind had backed afresh, and the cheerful clouds of yesterday, now torn and shapeless, straggling in disorderly rout, seemed to be fleeing like the wreckage of a broken army. Madame Chapdelaine foretold inevitable misfortune. "Mark my words, we shall not have good hay-making weather.
"Ah, yes, yes. And where we are yet inhabiting, as you perceive, my aunts and me, and as you see yonder this moment waiting us in the gate Hector and Marie Madeleine!" Alone with the De l'Isles in Royal Street Chester asked, "And the business Chapdelaine & Son?" "Ah, sinz' long time liquidate'! All tha'z rim-aining is Mme. Alexandre. Mr. Chezter, y' ought to put that!
Fifty times on one page in the old Picayune, or in L'Abeille 'For freight or passage apply to the master on board or to T. Chapdelaine & Son, agents. Even then there were two Théophiles, and grandpapa was the son. They were wholesale agents also for French exporters of artistic china, porcelain, glass, bronze.
"By your face I am afraid you have bad news." "Yes." With a start of fear the mother half rose. "Not about the boys?" "No, Madame Chapdelaine. Esdras and Da'Be are well, if that be God's pleasure. The word I bring is not of them-not of your own kin. It concerns a young man you know." Pausing a moment he spoke a name under his breath: "Francois Paradis."
"If the fine weather lasts," said mother Chapdelaine, "the blueberries will be ripe for the feast of Ste. Anne." THE fine weather continued, and early in July the blueberries were ripe.
Clad in shirt and trousers of brownish homespun, wearing huge dusty boots, he was from head to heel of a piece with the soil, nor was there aught in his face to redeem the impression of rustic uncouthness. Chapdelaine, his three sons and man, proceeded then to "make land."
The veil of gray cloud which hid-the whole heavens had become heavier and more louring, and suddenly the rain began afresh, bringing yet a little nearer that joyous hour when the earth would lie bare and the rivers be freed. Samuel Chapdelaine slept profoundly, his head sunk upon his breast, an old man yielding at last to the long fatigues of his lifetime of toil.
Were not Aline and Chester immersed in that tale of servile insurrection so destitute of angels, guiding stars, and lovers? And was not Hector with them? And are not three as truly a crowd in French as in American? "Well, to begin," Chester urged, "your grandfather, Théophile Chapdelaine, was born in this old quarter, in such a street. Royal?" "Yes.
"But in a thing looking so ordinary had he no competitors, to make profits difficult?" "Ah, of a kind, yes; but the men who could do that best would not do it at all. They would not have been respected." "But T. Chapdelaine & Son were respected." "Yes, in spite of that. Their friends said: 'Let the extremists be extreme that way." "The public mind was not yet quite in flames." "No.
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