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I should like to hear of some summer resort where the men are over sixteen and under sixty." Mrs. Laflamme liked to drive near the edge as much as Carmen did, and this piquancy was undeniably an attraction in her case. But there was this difference between the two: there was a confidence that Mrs.
She was very independent. She had the sort of reputation to excite curiosity. But I noticed that the men in New York were a little afraid of her. She is a woman who likes to drive very near the edge." Mrs. Laflamme rose. "I must not keep Mr. McNaughton waiting for any more of my gossip. We expect you and the Misses Arbuser this afternoon. I warn you it will be dull.
By this time the paternal purse was lean, for the demands of a growing family and his own generous disposition helped to reduce the surveyor's means, which never had been too abundant. The young student, thrown on his own resources, secured a post in the law office of Laflamme and Laflamme which enabled him to undertake the law course in M'Gill University.
Then the toilets of the women were so fresh and charming, the colors grouped so prettily on the greensward, the figures of the slender girls playing at tennis or lounging on the benches under the trees, recalled scenes from the classic poets. It was all so rich and refined. Nor did she miss the men of military age, whose absence Mrs. Laflamme had deplored, for she thought of her husband.
Laflamme bowed low, then turned and said coolly to the soldier: "You may wait outside to-day, Roupet. This is my last morning's work. It is important, and you splutter and cough. You are too exhausting for a studio." But Roupet answered: "Monsieur, I have my orders." "Nonsense. This is the Governor's house. I am perfectly safe here. Give your orders a change of scene.
When the dinner was over Cecilia played for them in the drawing-room. Somehow or other, she wandered into the tender yet buoyant melody of the chanson she had hummed earlier in the day. "Un Canadien errant, Banni de ses foyers." "Hum-hum," trolled little Laflamme. "So you know our songs? Ca va bien!" "That was taught me" said Cecilia, "once down the river at Port Joli."
That night Marie sat by the window of the sitting-room, with the light burning, and Angers asleep in a chair beside her sat till long after midnight, in the thought that Laflamme, if he had reached the Cave, would, perhaps, dare something to see her and bid her good-bye. She would of course have told him not to come, but he was chivalrous, and then her blindness would touch him.
Laflamme's regret was real enough up to a certain point, but, in sincerity and value, it was chasms below that of Hugh Tryon, who, even now, was getting two horses ready to give the Frenchmen their chance. After a pause Laflamme said: "She will not come here again, Carbourd? No? Ah, well, perhaps it is better so; but I should have liked to speak my thanks to her."
"You shall not die you shall live in France, which is better. Once more, adieu!" Laflamme passed out. It was raining. He knew that if he could satisfy the first sentinel he should stand a better chance of escape, since he had had so much freedom of late; and to be passed by one would help with others. He went softly, but he was soon challenged. "Halt! Who goes there?"
Because, because, Marie, it is possible for a man to be a coward in his speech" he touched her fingers "when he loves." She quickly drew her hand from his. "Oh, can't we be friends without that?" There was a sound of footsteps at the window. Both turned, and saw the political prisoner, Rive Laflamme, followed by a guard. "He comes to finish my portrait," she said. "This is the last sitting."
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