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He paused a minute, and in the pause some one rose from a chair by the window and looked out on the sunset sky. It was Charley. The woman heard, and turned her eyes towards him. "Do you wish him to go?" asked the Cure. "No, no oh no, M'sieu'!" she said eagerly. She had asked all day that either Rosalie or M'sieu' should be in the room with her.
My father, Marcel Thibault, was an honest man, strong in the heart, strong in the arms, but, in the conscience, well, he had his little weaknesses, like the rest of us. You see his father, the old Thibault lived in the days when there was no lighthouse here, and wrecking was the chief trade of this coast. It is a cruel trade, m'sieu' to live by the misfortune of others.
"That was truly his name, m'sieu' Raoul Vaillantcoeur a name of the fine sound, is it not? You like that word, a valiant heart, it pleases you, eh! The man who calls himself by such a name as that ought to be a brave fellow, a veritable hero? Well, perhaps. But I know an Indian who is called Le Blanc; that means white. And a white man who is called Lenoir; that means black.
"A long time I have waited for this, m'sieu," said Reese, for Dupont's ears alone. "Five years is a long time. And my Elise still loves me." Still more like a gorilla Jacques Dupont crept upon him. His face was twisted by a rage to which he could no longer give voice. Hatred and jealousy robbed his eyes of the last spark of the thing that was human.
He even allowed himself to nervously stand up, bow, shake Charley's hand jerkingly, and say: "M'sieu', I care not what you are or where you come from, or even if you're a Protestant, perhaps an Englishman. You're a gentleman and a tailor, and old Louis Trudel will not forget you. It shall be as you said this morning it is no day for work.
"I exclaimed: 'Ah! my poor Jean! my poor Jean! "He murmured: 'Well, that's all, M'sieu le Baron. I could not help it, one way or the other and now it's all over! "I caught his hand across the table, and I began to weep. "He asked, 'Will you come and see her grave? I nodded assent, for I couldn't speak.
"It is a bird, m'sieu'," said Baptiste, "only a little bird. The light draws them, and then it blinds them. Most times they fly against the big lantern above. But now and then one comes to this window. In the morning sometimes after a big storm we find a hundred dead ones around the tower." "But, oh," cried Nataline, "the pity of it! I can't get over the pity of it.
When the first star comes out you will watch for it and say, 'M'sieu Ralph is looking at it and thinking of me. And I will say 'the little Rose of Quebec is turning toward me, and we will meet in heart. Will not this comfort thee?" "Oh, I shall hug it to my heart. The star! the star! And when the sky is thick with clouds I shall remember you told me the stars were always there.
One glance at the drawn face of the latter told him that he had not slept, but he refrained from comment on the fact, knowing well what thoughts must have made sleep impossible for him. "Have you seen anything yet, Jean?" he asked as he seated himself again. "Not yet, m'sieu," answered the trapper. "But eef Chief George did not lie we cannot miss Chigmok an zee oders."
"Oh, yes, m'sieu, his round ball of a head is too funny to forget; besides, it is Monsieur Phellion; haven't I opened the door to him hundreds of times?" "Well, whenever he comes again neither I nor Monsieur de la Peyrade will be here. Remember that's a positive rule. Now leave us." "The devil!" cried la Peyrade, when the two partners were alone, "how you manage bores.
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