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But a man should have a heart, an eye for justice. It is good for him to make his commandments against that wherein he is a fool or has a devil. Justice, that is the thing." "'Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour'?" asked Fawdor softly. "Yes, like that. But a man must put it in his own words, and keep the law which he makes. Then life does not give a bad taste in the mouth."
Suddenly Pierre added: "When you thought you were going to die, you gave me some papers and letters to take to Quebec. You will get well. Shall I give them back? Will you take them yourself?" Fawdor understood: Pierre wished to know his story. He reached out a hand, saying, "I will take them myself. You have not read them?" "No. I was not to read them till you died bien?"
But though the boatmen got a gift of money and tobacco and spirits, nothing came to me save the formal thanks of the governor, as he bowed me from his presence. "The nephew came with his sister to bid me farewell. There was little said between her and me, and it was a long, long time before she knew the end of that day's business. But the brother said, 'You've let the chance go by, Mr. Fawdor.
Suddenly Pierre added: "When you thought you were going to die, you gave me some papers and letters to take to Quebec. You will get well. Shall I give them back? Will you take them yourself?" Fawdor understood: Pierre wished to know his story. He reached out a hand, saying, "I will take them myself. You have not read them?" "No. I was not to read them till you died bien?"
He was now ready to learn, by what ways the future should show, why this man, of such unusual force and power, should have lived at a desolate post in Labrador for twenty-five years. "'This is the portion of them that spoil us, and the lot of them that rob us " Fawdor repeated the words slowly, and then said: "It is good to be out of the restless world. Do you know the secret of life, Pierre?"
He handed the packet over. "I will tell you the story," Fawdor said, turning over on his side, so that his eyes rested full on Pierre. He did not begin at once. An Esquimau dog, of the finest and yet wildest breed, which had been lying before the fire, stretched itself, opened its red eyes at the two men, and, slowly rising, went to the door and sniffed at the cracks.
You cannot guess how fine an eye she had, and how her voice stirred one! She said no more, but stepped inside her tent; and then I heard the brother say over my shoulder, 'Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud! Afterwards, with a little laugh and a backward wave of the hand, as one might toss a greeting to a beggar, he was gone also, and I was left alone." Fawdor paused in his narrative.
Come away to England, leave your half-breed in charge, and ask the governor for a big promotion. He did not understand. Of course I said I could not go. Then he turned on me, he was a good man, and said, 'This will either make you madman or saint, Fawdor. He drew a Bible from his pocket and handed it to me.
"There was another letter, from the brother, who was now high up in the Company, asking me to come to England, and saying that they wished to promote me far, and that he and his sister, with their families, would be glad to see me." "She was married then?" The rashness of the suggestion made Fawdor wave his hand impatiently. He would not reply to it. "I was struck down with all the news," he said.
Fawdor? he asked; and I, who had thought him but a stripling with a saucy pride, grasped his hand and said a God-keep-you. It does me good now to think I said it. I did not see him or his sister again. "The next day was Sunday. About two o'clock I was sent for by the governor. When I got to the Post and was admitted to him, I saw that my misadventure was not over. 'Mr.
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