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Inside the house, with the bearskin blind dropped at the window again, and the fire blazing high, Loisette sat with the Governor's reprieve in her hand. Looking at it, she wondered why it had been given to Ba'tiste Caron, and not to a police-officer. Ah yes, it was plain Ba'tiste was a woodsman and plainsman, and could go far more safely than a constable, and faster.
Loisette sat beside the fire, but her body was half-turned from it toward the man on the sofa. She was not agitated outwardly, but within there was that fire which burns up life and hope and all the things that come between us and great issues. It had burned up everything in her except one thought, one powerful motive.
Say you haf it, or it is no use he mus' hang. Spik-spik! Ah, my brudder it is to do him right! Ah, Loisette bon Dieu, merci!" For answer she placed the reprieve in the hands of the Sheriff. Then she swayed and fell fainting at the feet of Ba'tiste. She had come at the stroke of the hour. When she left for her home again the Sheriff kissed her. And that was not the only time he kissed her.
"Yes, they're looking for him. It ought to be time, now; he's due about now. There's a man for you good bon comme le bon Dieu. Sober, saving too good father in love with Loisette as on the wedding night ah, mes enfants! there are few like him, or this village would be a paradise!" She shut the door of the little cabin. And then she gave us a broad wink.
But now, as he saw the girl, he gave a shout of joy which pierced the hearts of all. "Ah, you haf it! Say you haf it, or it is no use he mus' hang. Spik spik! Ah, my brudder it is to do him right! Ah, Loisette bon Dieu, merci!" For answer she placed the reprieve in the hands of the Sheriff. Then she swayed and fell fainting at the feet of Ba'tiste. She had come at the stroke of the hour.
The eyes might have been found in the most savage places; the hands, however, only could have come through breeding. She had got them honestly; for her mother was descended from an old family of the French province. That was why she had the name of Loisette and had a touch of distinction.
Inside the house, with the bearskin blind dropped at the window again, and the fire blazing high, Loisette sat with the Governor's reprieve in her hand. Looking at it, she wondered why it had been given to Ba'tiste Caron, and not to a police-officer. Ah yes, it was plain Ba'tiste was a woodsman and plainsman, and could go far more safely than a constable, and faster.
The man she had loved was gone to his end also, reckless and hopeless, after he had thrown away his chance of a lifetime with Loisette Alroyd. There had been left behind this girl, to whom tragedy had come too young, who drank humiliation with a heart as proud as ever straightly set its course through crooked ways.
We were silent also, as the picture of that transfigured daughter of the house flitted across our own mental vision. "The village?" suddenly broke in the old mere. "Dieu de Dieu! that reminds me. I must go, my children, I must go. Loisette is waiting; la pauvre enfant perhaps suffering too how do I know? And here am I, playing, like a lazy clout! Did you know she had had un nini this morning?
Loisette sat beside the fire, but her body was half-turned from it towards the man on the sofa. She was not agitated outwardly, but within there was that fire which burns up life and hope and all the things that come between us and great issues. It had burned up everything in her except one thought, one powerful motive.
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