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After all, Spoon was remanded for trial, and in due time, the Queen's Bench Court condemned him to the fullest penalty of the law for his murderous assault and larceny. François meanwhile recovered, and was taken, pale and weak, but indescribably happy, in a carriage one morning beside Josephte to church, where the young Curé made her his faithful bride.
He hasn't a single antecedent, but has been treating Benoit so much to liquor and boasting, that the foolish man follows him like a dog." "My son has been to Montreal, he has done business," said the Bonhomme with pride "he is a good young man and he had plenty of money before he lost it on the journey." "How did he lose his money?" "Some one stole it. He was coming down to marry Josephte.
On the other hand the pale lover remained modestly down the steps, and his cheerfulness redoubled when Chrysler nodded to him, passingly introduced as "Le Brun." "Josephte, bring some milk." The daughter darted into the house. "There is tea on the stove, Josephte!" Madame called hurriedly inwards, "and bring out some cakes and apples, and perhaps Monsieur would like new honey.
"Fanchon, I would not care to consult your aunt. People would laugh at my consulting La Corriveau, like a simple habitan girl; what would the world say?" "But the world need not know, my Lady. Aunt Josephte knows secrets, they say, that would ruin, burn, and hang half the ladies of Paris. She learned those terrible secrets from her mother, but she keeps them safe in those close lips of hers.
What brought Josephte to the Le Brun dell? Et quoi! She was weeping. Those little children saw not her silent tears. Chrysler beheld them crystalline drops on pale, soft cheek, emblems of pure heart and secret sorrow; but she checked them when he drew near and sat up composed. "Mademoiselle," he said, "What is it troubles thee so profoundly? Tell me; I am an old man and thy friend."
"I assure you, monsieur," pronounced Jean Benoit, with his full armory of oratorical gestures, "that a friend of Monseigneur Chamilly will always have our best. Ascend, sir. Josephte, place Monsieur the chair." Never was there a greater occasion of state. Their guest raised his hat to the young lady and her mother, who threw into her carriage all the dignity and suavity she could command.
Dame Josephte Dodier, whom they call La Corriveau? Is she your aunt?" Angelique knew very well she was. But it was her cue to pretend ignorance in order to impose on Fanchon. "Yes, ill-natured people call her La Corriveau, but she is my aunt, nevertheless.
"Ay, or of Tilly either!" remarked Josephte Le Tardeur, in a sharp, snapping tone. Josephte was a short, stout virago, with a turned-up nose and a pair of black eyes that would bore you through like an auger. She wore a wide-brimmed hat of straw, overtopping curls as crisp as her temper.
"Yes, my Lady! but although forbidden by the Church, the girls all consult her, nevertheless, in their losses and crosses; and many of the men, too, for she does know what is to happen, and how to do things, does Aunt Josephte. If the clergy cannot tell a poor girl about her sweetheart, and how to keep him in hand, why should she not go and consult La Corriveau, who can?"
Does he like her?" "They are devoted to each other." "If she accepts him then, why not? You do not doubt your son?" "Never, Monsieur! what is different is Jean. He thinks my Francois too poor for his Josephte, and he is for ever planning to discourage their love. Grand Dieu, he is proud! Yet his father and I were good friends when we were both boys. He wants Mlle. Josephte to take the American."
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