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Updated: May 26, 2025
"Father, I count myself fortunate," she answered, "if no worse calamity has befallen me. My father is safe within here. Can you tell me anything about my husband, Captain De Mattissart, of the Languedoc regiment, with General Montcalm?" "Madame, I never saw your husband." "He was to meet me with escort at Petit Cap.
Then a tramping seemed following them up, and Angèle dragged the young lady behind a stone pillar, and blew out their candle. "What are you doing?" demanded Madame De Mattissart in displeasure. "If the door has been forced, should we desert our fathers?" "It is not that," whispered Angèle. And before she could give any reason for her impulse, the miller's head and light appeared above the stairs.
"Accept my salutations, Captain De Mattissart," he said laughing. "I am told that you and this young militia-man floated down the mill-stream into this mill, with the French flag waving over your heads, to the no small discouragement of the English. Quebec will never be taken, monsieur."
She stood out from the shadow of the stone column, dead to all appearances, yet animate, and trying to hold up Angèle whose whole body lapsed downward in half unconsciousness. "Bring water," demanded Madame De Mattissart. And seeing who had overheard the dreadful news, La Vigne ran to the flume-chamber, and the miller scrambled up and reached over him to dip the first handful.
Angèle hurried to straighten her disordered dress before taking the candle, and then led Madame De Mattissart up the next flight of stairs. The mill's noise had forced talkers to lift their voices, and it now half dulled the clamp of habitante shoes below, and the whining of children longing again for sleep.
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