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"M. Laflamme has escaped. God help us all!" And she turned and groped her way into the room she had left. She felt for a chair and sat down. She must think of what she now was. She wondered if Carbourd was killed. She listened and thought not, since there was no sound without. But she knew that the house would be roused. She bowed her head in her hands.
Laflamme would never drive over the edge, whereas no one could tell what sheer Carmen might not suddenly take. A woman's reputation is almost as much affected by the expectation of what she may do as by anything she has done. It was Fox McNaughton who set up the dictum that a woman may do almost anything if it is known that she draws a line somewhere.
"But, M. Laflamme this will be a great sorrow to him." Twice she seemed about to speak, but nothing came save good-bye. Then she crept cautiously away among the bushes and along the narrow path, the eyes of the convict following her.
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."
"They are safe upon the seas," he gently replied, and he kissed her hand. "Now you will read this letter for me. M. Laflamme left it behind in the Cave." With a pang he took it, and read thus: DEAR FRIEND, My grief for your misfortune is inexpressible. If it were possible I should say so in person, but there is danger, and we must fly at once.
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.
As they journeyed to the morning-room Hugh Tryon said: "Does M. Laflamme still come to paint Miss Wyndham?" "Yes; but it ends to-morrow, and then no more of that. Prisoners are prisoners, and though Laflamme is agreeable that makes it the more difficult." "Why should he be treated so well, as a first-class prisoner, and others of the Commune be so degraded here as Mayer, for instance?"
Laflamme declared that it was the perfection of existence for a couple of months, one in early summer and another in the golden autumn with its pathetic note of the falling curtain dropping upon the dream of youth. Mrs. Laflamme was not a sentimental person, but she was capable of drifting for a moment into a poetic mood a great charm in a woman of her vivacity and air of the world.
"Condemned of the Commune by order." "Whose order?" "That of the Commandant." "Advance order." The sentinel knew him. "Ah, Laflamme," he said, and raised the point of his bayonet. The paper was produced. It did not entitle him to go about at night, and certainly not beyond the enclosure without a guard it was insufficient. In unfolding the paper Laflamme purposely dropped it in the mud.
When Wilfrid Laurier went to Montreal in 1861 he began the study of law in the office of Rodolphe Laflamme, a leading figure in the Rouge political group; and he joined L'Institut Canadien already far advanced in the struggle with the church which was later to result in open warfare.
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