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"To-day we are going to the island, Jean; the water must be low enough now." "Not yet, m'sieu', I am sorry, but it is not yet." Alden laughed rather unpleasantly. "I believe you are afraid. I thought you were a good canoeman " "I am that," said Jean, quietly, "and therefore, well, it is the bad canoeman who is never afraid."
The stars wheeled in their endless march, the well-known ones of the forenight giving place to strangers of the after hours, and Ridgar had begun to move with the caution of the hunted, inch by inch, out from the shelter of the lodge, when he felt a hand steal from the darkness and touch him with infinite care. He lay still and presently a voice whispered, "M'sieu Ridgar? "Aye?" breathed Ridgar.
Then the old man remembered, understood, and, reddening with anger, said: "Ah! he saw me, did he, the rascal? He saw me picking up this string here, M'sieu le Maire." And fumbling at the bottom of his pocket, he pulled out of it the little end of string.
Pomfrette's face was pitiful to see drawn, staring. "Junie!" he said hoarsely. Her eyes were red with weeping, her face was very pale. "M'sieu' le Cure" she said, "you must listen to me" the Cure's face had become forbidding "sinner though I am. You want to be just, don't you? Ah, listen! I was to be married to Luc Pomfrette, but I did not love him then.
His disguised weariness still exciting her sympathy, she offered him a chair. "You will sit down, m'sieu'?" she asked. "It is very warm." She did not say: "You look very tired." She instinctively felt that it would suggest the delicate state of his health. The chair was inviting enough, with its chintz cover and wicker seat, but he would never admit fatigue.
And when the Quebec newspapers found their way into the parish, with a thrilling account of the last hours of the Antoine; and of Jean Jacques' chivalrous act in refusing to enter a boat to save himself, though he was such a bad swimmer and was in danger of cramp; and how he sang Bal chez Boule while the men worked at the pumps; they permitted the apres noces of M'sieu' and Madame Jean Jacques Barbille to be as brilliant as could be, with the help of lively improvisation.
"Indeed!" said I, unable to think of any more appropriate remark. "Yes," said De Nevers, "and M'sieu' is naturally surprised that one of my distinguished position should be now a tenant of an American jail. But if M'sieu' will do me the honor of listening for a few moments I will explain my present extraordinary predicament.
"M'sieu' Jean Jacques and I understand each other." He laughed grimly now. "We know each other like a book, and the Clerk of the Court couldn't get in an adjective that would make the sense of it all clearer." Slowly M. Fille shut the door, and very slowly he came back. Almost blindly, as it might seem, and with a moan, he dropped into his chair. His eyes fixed themselves on George Masson.
As soon as she came to live here after we were married, she grew thin; she changed so that you wouldn't know her, M'sieu le Baron. She was just as I was before I married her, but it was just the opposite, just the opposite. "'I sent for the doctor. He said it was her liver that was affected he said it was what he called a "hepatic" complaint I don't know these big words, M'sieu le Baron.
He stood for a moment, puzzling; then his face hardened, and he fell back to where the priest and the maid stood side by side. "They will get in, M'sieu?" "Yes. It is better." They did not speak again. The moccasined feet made no noise on the cleared ground, and it seemed a long time before they could hear the log fall from the door. There were voices outside.
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