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Even as he felt himself trembling strangely at Jean Croisset's words, Philip replied: "Always, Jean, I swear that." In the open door Josephine had paused for a moment, and was looking back. Then she disappeared. "Come," said Jean. "And may God have pity on you if you fail to keep your word in all you have promised, M'sieur Philip Darcambal.
For from this hour on you are Philip Darcambal, of Montreal, the husband of Josephine Adare, our beloved lady of the forests. Come, M'sieur!" Without another word Jean led the way to the door, which had partly closed after Josephine. For a moment he paused with his hand upon it, and then entered. Philip was close behind him. His first glance swept the room in search of the girl.
But if it is so, I have come to fight!" "It is true, Father," replied Jean. "They have stolen her as the wolves of white men stole Red Fawn from her father's tepee three years ago. And to-morrow " "The vengeance of the Lord will descend upon them," interrupted the Missioner. "And this, Jean, your friend?" "Is M'sieur Philip Darcambal, the husband of Josephine," said Jean.
"But surely there is something that you should tell me: Who they are, what your danger is, what I am to do." "I am hoping that I am mistaken," she replied. "They may not be those whom I am dreading and expecting. All I can tell you is this: You are Paul Darcambal. I am Josephine, your wife. Protect me as a wife. I will be constantly at your side. Were I alone I would know what to expect.
"My name is Adare," she explained, "Josephine Adare." "Is or was?" he asked. "Is," she said; then, seeing the correcting challenge in his eyes she added quickly: "But only to you. To all others I am Madame Paul Darcambal." "Paul?" "Pardon me, I mean Philip."
Then he told them, beginning with Cree, in the three languages of the wilderness, that they were to be led that day by Jean Jacques Croisset and Philip Darcambal, the husband of Josephine. Two of the Indians were to remain behind to care for the camp and dogs. Beyond that they needed no instructions. They were ready, and Jean was about to give the word to start when there was an interruption.
But if they are why, yes, I want to face them with you." They had almost reached the lake when he said: "And now, I may call you Josephine?" "Yes, that is necessary." "And you will call me " "Paul, of course for you are Paul Darcambal." "Is that quite necessary?" he asked. "Is it not possible that you might allow me to retain at least a part of my name, and call me Philip? Philip Darcambal?"
She bowed her head and continued softly, as if fearing to awaken the baby asleep on the bed: "No one knows but Jean. My mother came first, and then my father. I lied to them. I told them that I was married, and that my husband had gone into the North. I came home with the baby to meet this man I called Paul Darcambal, and whom they thought was my husband.
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