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"Eleazer Williams is his name. But in the lodges, at St. Regis, everywhere, it is Lazarre." "How old is he?" "About eighteen years." "Well, Thomas Williams," said my fretful guardian, his antagonism melting to patronage, "I will tell you who I am, and then you can feel no anxiety. I am Doctor Chantry, physician to the Count de Chaumont.
He could not writhe free from Carey's iron grip. Lazarre, with a snarl like a wolf, sent Mrs. Joe spinning, and rushed at Paul. Carey struck out as best he could, and Lazarre went reeling back against the table. It went over with a crash and the light went out! Mrs. Joe's shrieks might have brought the roof down. In the confusion that ensued, two pistol shots rang out sharply.
"What I learn I will come back and teach you," I told the young men and women of my own age. They laughed. "You are a fool, Lazarre. There is a good home for you at St. Regis. If you fall sick in De Chaumont's house who will care?" "Skenedonk is my friend," I answered. "Skenedonk would not stay where he is tying you. When the lake freezes you will be mad for snowshoes and a sight of the St.
Does she know that Lazarre has become Eleazar Williams?" The pastor's house was fronted with huge white fluted pillars of wood, upholding a porch roof which shaded the second floor windows. The doors in that house had a short-waisted effect with little panels above and long panels below.
I gave him a wise smile and held my tongue; knowing well that if I had remained in Ste. Pélagie and the fact ever came to De Chaumont's ears, like other human beings he would have reprehended my plunging into the world. "We are getting on tremendously, Lazarre! When your inheritance falls in, come back with me to Castorland. We will found a wilderness empire!"
His brother Jerome has married an American in Baltimore. A fine explosion that will make when it reaches his ears. Where are you going to land, Lazarre?" I said that must depend on the ship I took. "And what are you going to do when you land?" I said I would think that out later.
She kissed me, pulling my head down in her arms, the velvet mouth like a baby's, and looked straight into my eyes. "Madame, try to understand! I am Louis! If you forget Lazarre, try to remember Louis!" She heard with attention, and smiled. The pressure of my arms spoke to her. A man's passion addressed itself to a little child. All other barriers which had stood between us were nothing to this.
I looked well at their outer guise, but could not explore them. The groom held our horses in the street that leads up to the Place d'Armes, and as we sauntered back, I kicked old leaves which had fallen autumn after autumn and banked the path. It rushed over me again! I felt my arms go above my head as they did when I sank into the depths of recollection. "Lazarre! Are you in a fit?"
De Chaumont will take Lazarre into his house, and have him taught all that a white boy should know. You will pay the cost. If you don't, De Chaumont will look into this annuity of which you give no account." "I have never been asked to give account. Could Lazarre learn anything? The priest has sat over him. He had food and clothing like my own." "That is true. But he is changed.
The gown tail curled around her slippered foot damp from the plunge in the garden. She gave it a little kick, and rippled again suddenly throughout her length. Then her face went grave, like a child's when it is surprised in wickedness. "But our fathers and mothers would have us forget their suffering in the festival of coming home, wouldn't they, Lazarre?" "Surely, Eagle."
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