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Not much luxury about these rooms of Janette's." He glanced at her admiringly. "You certainly look as though the life agreed with you," he answered. "Put on your hat and come out to dinner." She rose to her feet at once. "I have been praying for that," she confessed. "You know, Julien, I should starve badly. The one thing I can't get rid of is my appetite.
"Not till there is acknowledgment and sorrow for the wrong," answered he, sternly. Then with a sudden burst of tenderness he added: "Good-by, darling mother. I will try to do anything you wish, even though it is impossible;" but his love, through Janette's treachery, suffered the deepest wound it had yet received. Christine of her own accord had almost decided to call upon Mrs.
And then, as he sat in this grim atmosphere of death, a thought came to him of M'sieur Janette's skull, of Bucky Nome, and of the beautiful young wife at Lac Bain. If Mrs. Becker could know of this, too if Bucky Nome, buried somewhere deep in the northern wilderness, could only see Hodges as he lay there, dead on the cabin floor!
There and I'll sit here, like this, so that the cur's heart within you is a bull's-eye for this gun. It's M'sieur Janette's turn tonight," he went on, leaning over the little table, the red spots in his cheeks growing redder and brighter as Nome cringed before his revolver. "M'sieur Janette's and the colonel's; but mostly Janette's. Remember that, Nome. It's for Janette.
M'sieur Janette's clean, white skull and the story of how and why M'sieur Janette had died would not be too great a punishment for her. He resumed his journey, striving to concentrate his mind on other things. Seven or eight miles to the south and west was the cabin of Jacques Pierrot, a half-breed, who had a sledge and dogs.
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