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Yet there were times when he was wild to kiss the rosy, dimpling mouth, to press the soft cheek, to hold the pliant figure in his arms. It was but right that he should ask M. Destournier for his foster-daughter. To lose her! Ah, how could he give her up? "Would you come to Quebec?" "My interests are at Tadoussac. And there are the fisheries at the islands growing more profitable.
The great fireplace was full of blazing logs, and she looked the picture, not only of comfort, but delight. She had not seen much of him for the month past. There was no opportunity for sledging even, the roads had been so piled with snow. Then she had taken quite a domestic turn, much to the gratification of Madame Hébert. M. Destournier looked thin and careworn. Rose sprang up, deeply touched.
"Oh, what do you think!" and Rose sprang eagerly to Destournier, catching him by the arm with both hands and giving a swing, as he was pacing the gallery, deep in his new plans. "It is so full of amusement for me. And I can't understand how she can do it. Jules Personeau is such a stupid! And that great shock of hair that keeps tumbling into his eyes.
"But she was well and strong and daring, and could climb like a deer, M. Destournier says. She will be well again with good care. I want to keep her." "She will be a good plaything for thee when I am away. Though this may change many plans. The Sieur is bent on discoveries, and now he has orders to print his book. The maps are wonderful. What a man! He should be a king in this new world.
And a little further on he found a trail where things had been roughly dragged. But he came to breakfast with no explanation. Did the Rose of Quebec care so much for this man? He had been like a father to her, perhaps it was only a child's love. But now M. Destournier was free to choose a new wife if he were alive. He was a brave man, a fine man, but if he were dead!
"Is it not worth looking after?" asked Destournier, as he and Rose were walking the plateau, since known as the Plains of Abraham. "If you were proved of some notable family there have been so many over-turns." "Would you feel prouder of me?" "No. Do you not know that you are dearer to me as the foundling of Quebec, and the little girl I knew and loved?" She raised luminous eyes and smiled.
There are two of our men that they must have made prisoners, the M'sieu at the fort who has the pretty wife, and young Chauvin" and he paused, as if there was more to say. "Wounded?" He shook his head sadly. "Dead?" Destournier's breath came with a gasp. "Both dead, M'sieu, but strange, neither has been scalped." "Let us push on," exclaimed Destournier sadly. They followed the trail.
It was a long, hard, cold winter, and throngs of Indians applied for relief. Champlain had established a farm at Beaupré, down the river, and stocked it with cattle he had imported. But for weeks everything was half-buried in snow. One morning M. Destournier came in. Rose was sitting by the fire in M. Hébert's study and shop.
He appeared to grow more vigorous and younger. There were busy times in the little town. The traders seemed to be rougher every year. They were not much inside the palisade, but they set up booths and tents on the shore edge, and there was much drinking and chaffering. "Thou must not go outside of the palisade," said Destournier to Rose. "There are many rude, drunken men about."
She was young, but if a man could inspire her with love with gratitude even He questioned De Loie very closely. The trouble with Destournier would be his inability to travel rapidly. They would soon be overtaken. Escape that way was not feasible. "I will consider. Come and share our breakfast."
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