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Where would you go if in trouble and perplexity?" "My Lady, if I had lost all my jewels," Fanchon's keen eye noticed that Angelique had lost none of hers, but she made no remark on it, "if I had lost all mine, I should go see my aunt Josephte Dodier. She is the wisest woman in all St. Valier; if she cannot tell you all you wish to know, nobody can." "What!
Rushing forth, she clasps the sobbing wretch in her arms and cries, "My father, what say'st thou! My God, what is it? what has befallen François? O my dear father!" "He is dead, he is dead! thy loved one, at La Miséricorde." "O Holy Virgin!" Josephte did not fall in a swoon: she darted towards the gate.
As Chrysler could not recall his son, as such, he waited before replying. "He saw you at Benoit's." Still Chrysler paused. "On Sunday." "A ha, now I remember. That fine young man is your son?" "That fine young man, sir," he assented with perfect faith. After adjusting a line for Chrysler, he continued. "Do you not think, monsieur, that my son is fine enough for Josephte Benoit?" "Assuredly.
She found some compensation and relief for her suppressed passions in the clinging sympathy of her daughter, Marie Josephte dit La Corriveau, who worshipped all that was evil in her mother, and in spite of an occasional reluctance, springing from some maternal instinct, drew from her every secret of her life.
On hurried François, blithely unconscious of any dark prospect on his hopes of Josephte, but in visions, as he walked, of a little snow-white cottage known to him, with only one window in front, green-shuttered, but a dear little opening in the attic gable, and a leafy honey suckle creeping over the door way. "The veil of mist that held her eyes was rent As by a lightning flash...."
"Josephte, ma'amselle," said Chrysler very quietly and pleadingly, "do you not love François?" The blood swept over her forehead again, and changed it once more from white to red. The tears stopped in her eyes and she regarded him for a moment with an intense look. "François loves you," he proceeded. He went on: "Where is the difficulty? Is it not very cruel to deny François your love?
It must not tell against Zotique's humanity that he had all this time such a mastering sense of the necessity of getting on to Miséricorde that, after barely aiding to place the body on Chamilly's vehicle, he took possession of the lighter one of Josephte, and sped on for his destination.
"The gentleman will not walk!" shrilly protested highly-pleased mater familias. "Go François," turning to young Le Brun: "row Monsieur to the Manoir, you and Mr. Cuiller. Take the rose chaloupe, and Josephte shall go too." Chrysler made a very admirable guest.
Josephte's speech hit him without hurting him, as he remarked to a neighbor. Josephte made a target of him every day. He was glad, for his part, that the women of Tilly were better soldiers than the men, and so much fonder of looking after things! It saved the men a deal of worry and a good deal of work. "What are you saying, Jose?" exclaimed Felix, who only caught a few half words.
"Monsieur, Monsieur, I ask your pardon," she broke again into tears. Fortunately, all the children were running off among the trees. "My sin is great:" "And what is the offence, my child?" Josephte was silent, and the blood rushed over her face. "I mean thee no ill, Mlle. Josephte. Perhaps I can assist or advise thee." "They have promised me to the good God: alas! and my heart thinks of a mortal!
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