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"No," she said proudly. "I have never really belonged to any one. M'sieu Destournier is my good friend, and miladi took me when the Dubrays went to the fur country. But she has been ill, and she does not like me as she used." "But you must have a home " "I live at the post, mostly with Wanamee. Some days my lady sends for me.
The company talked about it. Some were for going there. And there were fur animals, all the same." Rose had been considering another subject. "Pani," she began, with great seriousness, "you are not any one's slave now." "No" rather hesitatingly. "The Dubrays will never come back, or if they should next summer, with furs, I will run away again up to the Saguenay, where they will not look.
They generally break up with one that has a good deal of savagery in it, but this early one is quite mild, I have understood, and gives one an opportunity to see them in their fine feathers and war paint." "Oh, it must be interesting. Would it be safe to go?" she inquired. "With a bodyguard, yes. Your husband and myself, and we might call in the services of the Dubrays.
And the geese were so tame down there by the end of the garden." The rows of corn stood up finely, shaking out their silken heads, turning to a bronze red. Then there were potatoes. These were of the Dubrays' planting, as well as some of the smaller beds. "M'sieu Hébert gave father some of these plants. He knows a great deal, and he can make all kinds of medicine.
She had no real claim on them; neither could she stand the journey. She was now with Madame Giffard. Thither he hurried. Little Rose had improved wonderfully, though she was almost transparently thin, and her eyes seemed larger and softer in their mysterious darkness. Already love had done much for her. He told his story and the plans of the Dubrays.
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