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Monsieur Claes and his daughter thought it was a very natural action, and their sorrow was too absorbing to let them even think of the lawyer. Balthazar's despair was indeed so great that persons who were disposed to blame his conduct could not do otherwise than forgive him, less on account of the Science which might have excused him, than for the remorse which could not undo his deeds.
"I say, Harry do you know those persons?" he said. "Never saw them before," I told him, cheerfully. "But they addressed you in the most familiar fashion," he persisted. "And why not?" I asked. "I never saw them before but they've seen me, thanks be! And as for familiarity they helped to buy the shoon and the claes I'm wearing!
You don't know, perhaps, that all the pictures in the gallery have been sold, and all the wines in the cellar?" "He never told me!" exclaimed Madame Claes. "My God! thou callest me to thyself in time! My poor children! what will become of them?" She made a fervent prayer, which brought the fires of repentance to her eyes.
"Pierquin," said Claes, rising from the bench, "do all that is necessary to protect the rights of my children; but spare us the distress of selling the things that belonged to my dear " he was unable to continue; but he spoke with so noble an air and in a tone of such deep feeling that Marguerite took her father's hand and kissed it. "To-morrow, then," said Pierquin.
The culprit Indian sent back the reply: "When the fort was building some years ago, my uncle and I, carrying some beaver skins to the fort to trade, were attacked by some Dutchmen, who killed my uncle and stole the furs. This happened when I was a small boy. I vowed to revenge it upon the Dutch when I grew up. I saw no better chance than this of Claes Smits."
It is unnecessary to continue this description of the House of Claes, in other parts of which many scenes of this history will occur: at present, it is enough to make known its general arrangement. Towards the end of August, 1812, on a Sunday evening after vespers, a woman was sitting in a deep armchair placed before one of the windows looking out upon the garden.
After exchanging a despairing look with Marguerite, Emmanuel was shown out by Martha, who closed and fastened the street-door. The moment the father and daughter were alone Claes said, "You love me, do you not?" "Come to the point, father. You want this money: you cannot have it."
Balthazar Claes suddenly appeared, made a few steps forward, did not look at the woman, or if he looked at her did not see her, and stood erect in the middle of the parlor, leaning his half-bowed head on his right hand.
"Have I caused you such grief?" he said, in the tone of a man waking from a painful dream. "My poor Claes! yes, and you will cause me more, in spite of yourself," she said, passing her hand over his hair. "Sit here beside me," she continued, pointing to the sofa. "Ah!
Well, my dear Pierquin, two months hence I shall give a fete in honor of my wedding-day whose magnificence will get me back the respect my dear townsmen bestow on wealth." Madame Claes colored deeply. For two years the anniversary had been forgotten.
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