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Her parents would like her to marry Eutrope Gagnon that she felt because she would live near them, and again because this life upon the land was the only one they knew, and they naturally thought it better than any other.
"Eutrope Gagnon," at once declared Chapdelaine. "I was just saying to myself that it would be an odd thing if he did not come and spend the evening with us." Eutrope Gagnon it was in truth. Entering, he bade them all good evening, and laid his woollen cap upon the table. Maria looked at him, a blush upon her cheek.
"Seventy-fi' dollars a day," Ralph spoke without enthusiasm. Victor's eyes sparkled. "Each?" he asked. "No, on shares." There was another long silence while the voice of the storm was loud without. Victor Gagnon was thinking hard, but his face was calm, his expression almost indifferent. More coffee was drunk, and the smoke continued to rise. "I 'lows you should know if it's worked out, sure."
Eutrope Gagnon knew him by name, Ephrem Surprenant had met his father: "A tall mall, taller still than he, of a strength not to be matched." it only remained to account for Lorenzo Surprenant,"who has come, home from the States"-and all the conventions had been honoured. "A good trip," answered Francois. "No, not very good. One of the Belgians took a fever and nearly died.
"Man shall not live alone," she says. Victor Gagnon had roused these two simple creatures. There was a woman in the world, other than the mother they had known, and they began to wonder why the mountains should be peopled only by the forest beasts and solitary man. As February came the time dragged more heavily than these men had ever known it to drag before.
Bela slept in the main house with the Gagnon girls. Before the general turning in that night Big Jack and Black Shand each contrived to separate her from the others long enough to make a proposal similar to Joe's. In each case Bela returned the same answer. Next morning they were all early astir.
The hour was late; the visitors departed; first the two Surprenants, then Eutrope Gagnon, only Francois Paradis was left, standing there and seeming to hesitate. "You will sleep here to-night, Francois?" asked the father. His wife heard no reply. "Of course!" said she. "And to-morrow we will all gather blueberries. It is the feast of Ste. Anne."
Thus the old log storehouse of Victor Gagnon, now shut up like a deserted fort of older days, without its stockade, is less than a terrier's kennel set at the door of a giant's castle. And yet it breaks up the solitude so that something of the savage magnificence is gone.
The Gagnon boys put on clean blue-gingham shirts and red woollen sashes, and the girls tied their sable locks with orange and cerise ribbons. The cheeks of both boys and girls bore a high polish. Squaw Gagnon tacked up lace window curtains for a final touch and brought out a square of carpet for the bishop to rest his reverend feet upon.
"Guess your bluff wa'n't wuth a cent, Victor Gagnon. I see'd this comin' the minit you pass'd me the drink. I 'lows ye ken mostly tell a skunk by the stink. I rec'nized you awhiles back. Guess you ain't lightin' out o' here this night. Come right along." The trader had no choice. Jean had him foul, gripping him with a clutch that was vise-like.
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