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"What, what, the messy stupid Caroche, who can't write his name," she said in a fury; "the sausage-potted Caroche, who doesn't remember that Francois Lagarre made his brother's tombstone, and charged him nothing for the verses he wrote for it, nor for the Agnus Dei he carved on it! No, Caroche does not remember his brother Ba'tiste the fighter, as brave as Caroche is a coward!
Pouring out into the street the people watched him cross the bridge that led into another parish and into another world: for from that hour Francois Lagarre was never seen in Pontiac. The statue that he made stands upon a little hill above the valley where the beaters of flax come in the autumn, through which the woodsmen pass in winter and in spring.
Pouring out into the street the people watched him cross the bridge that led into another parish and into another world: for from that hour Francois Lagarre was never seen in Pontiac. The statue that he made stands upon a little hill above the valley where the beaters of flax come in the autumn, through which the woodsmen pass in winter and in spring.
But Francois Lagarre, under another name, works in another land. While the Cure lived he heard of him and of his fame now and then, and to the day of his death he always prayed for him. He was wont to say to the little Avocat whenever Francois's name was mentioned: "The spirit of a man will support him, but a wounded spirit who can bear?"
Pray that this be. And pray for the young and the daring and the foolish. And pray also that he who has given us here a good gift may find his thanks in our better-ordered lives, and that he may consecrate his parts and talents to the redeeming actions of this world." And so began the awakening of Francois Lagarre; and so began his ambition and his peril.
"What, what, the messy stupid Caroche, who can't write his name," she said in a fury; "the sausage-potted Caroche, who doesn't remember that Francois Lagarre made his brother's tombstone, and charged him nothing for the verses he wrote for it, nor for the Agnus Dei he carved on it! No, Caroche does not remember his brother Ba'tiste the fighter, as brave as Caroche is a coward!
Pray that this be. And pray for the young and the daring and the foolish. And pray also that he who has given us here a good gift may find his thanks in our better-ordered lives, and that he may consecrate his parts and talents to the redeeming actions of this world." And so began the awakening of Francois Lagarre; and so began his ambition and his peril.
"Bagosh, poor Norinne!" said Medallion, in a queer sort of tone. "It is the way of the world," he added. "I'll wait for Marie myself." It looks as if he meant to, for she has no better friend. He talks to her much of Gal Bargon; of which her mother is glad. At the beginning he was only a tombstone-cutter. His name was Francois Lagarre.
"Bagosh, poor Norinne!" said Medallion, in a queer sort of tone. "It is the way of the world," he added. "I'll wait for Marie myself." It looks as if he meant to, for she has no better friend. He talks to her much of Gal Bargon; of which her mother is glad. At the beginning he was only a tombstone-cutter. His name was Francois Lagarre.
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