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"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.
He had lately borne a letter from the Commandant, which permitted him to go from point to point outside the peninsula of Ducos, where the least punished of the political prisoners were kept. He depended somewhat on this for his escape. Carbourd had been more heroic, but then Carbourd was desperate. Laflamme believed more in ability than force.
As Laflamme waited for the summons to huts, a squad of prisoners went clanking by him, manacled. They had come from road-making. These never heard from wife nor child, nor held any commerce with the outside world, nor had any speech with each other, save by a silent gesture language which eluded the vigilance of the guards. As the men passed, Laflamme looked at them steadily. They knew him well.
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.
You shall hear from me in full gratitude when I am in safety. I owe you so many thanks, as I give you so much of devotion. But there is the future for all. Mademoiselle, I kiss your hand. Always yours, RIVE LAFLAMME. "Hugh!" she said sadly when he had finished, "I seem to have new knowledge of things, now that I am blind. I think this letter is not altogether real.
"I should rather trust your heart than your age, Mrs. Laflamme," said Margaret, with a laugh. "Yes, my heart is as old as my face. But I had a feeling, seeing you walk away that evening into the conservatory. I knew what was coming. I think I have discovered a great secret, Mrs. Henderson to be able to live over again in other people. By-the-way, what has become of that quiet Englishman, Mr.
Conspirators should smile. That is the cue. Besides, the world is bright. Look at the glow upon the hills." "I suppose the Semaphore is glistening on the Hill of Pains; but I cannot see it." He did not understand her. A few hours after this conversation, Laflamme sought to accomplish his escape.
In Canada East the Rouges carried on a similar but far more hopeless fight. The brilliant group of young men who formed the nucleus of this party, Dorion, Doutre, Daoust, Papin, Fournier, Laberge, Letellier, Laflamme, Geoffrion, found a stimulus in the struggle which democratic Europe was waging in 1848, and a leader in Papineau.
Yet as the hours went by the thought came: was he, was he so chivalrous? was he altogether true? . . . He did not come. The next morning Angers took her to where the boat had been, but it was gone, and no oars were left behind. So, both had sought escape in it. She went to the Cave. She took Angers with her now. Upon the wall a paper was found. It was a note from M. Laflamme.
"Marie, must I go like this? When may I see you again? When will you answer me? You will not make all the hopes to end here?" It was evident that some deep trouble was on the girl. She flushed hotly, as if she were about to reply hotly also, but she changed quickly, and said, not unkindly: "When M. Laflamme has gone."
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