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Go and thank my housekeeper if you like. She did it all." "I did my best to thank her," answered Jean Jacques. "I said she reminded me of Virginie Palass Poucette, and I could say nothing better than that, except one thing; and I'm not saying that to anybody." The Young Doctor had a thrill. Here was a very unusual man, with mystery and tragedy, and yet something above both, in his eyes.
But for me there would be a wife and three children in the bondage of shame, sorrow, poverty and misery" his eyes again ravished the brown eyes of Palass Poucette's widow "and here again I drink to my own health and to that of all good people with charity to all and malice towards none!" The little bottle of golden cordial was raised towards Mere Langlois.
"The news ah, nom de Dieu, the slowness of the woman like a river going uphill!" exclaimed Jean Jacques, who was finding it hard to still the trembling of his limbs. The widow of Palass Poucette flushed, but she had some sense in her head, and she realized that Jean Jacques was a little unbalanced at the moment.
He was not wholly surprised when Palass Poucette's widow did not show abrupt displeasure at his bold familiarity. A wild thought flashed into his mind. Might there not be another refuge here here in Palass Poucette's widow!
It's a good house, though Palass saw to that and it's insured; but still I know you'd have come just the same if I'd had only two acres. I know. There's hosts of people you've been good to here, and they're sorry for you; and I'm sorrier than any, for I'm alone, and you're alone, too, except for the old Dolores, and he's no good to either of us mark my words, no good to you!
Perhaps Virginie Poucette never had shed as many tears in any whole year of her life as she did that night, not excepting the year Palass Poucette died, and left her his farm and seven horses, more or less sound, and a threshing-machine in good condition. The woman had a rare heart and there was that about Jean Jacques which made her want to help him.
He regretted it quite as much as he had ever regretted anything; and on the night of the fire there were tears in his large brown eyes which deceived the New Cure and others; though they did not deceive the widow of Palass Poucette, who had found him out, and who now had no pleasure at all in his aged gallantries.
The red wagon and the pair of little longtailed stallions, which he had driven for six years, were bought by the owner of a rival flour-mill in the parish of Vilray; but his best sleigh, with its coon-skin robes, was bought by the widow of Palass Poucette, who bought also the famous bearskin which Dolores had given her at Jean Jacques' expense, and had been returned by her to its proper owner.
Butter would not melt in his mouth. Some of the women were sorry for him, until they knew he had given one of Jean Jacques' best bear-skin rugs to Madame Palass Poucette for a New Year's gift." The Big Financier laughed cheerfully. "It's an old way to popularity being generous with other people's money. That is why I am here.
"It's M'sieu' Jean Jacques' flour-mill," was the reply. Wagons and buggies and carts began to take the road to the Manor Cartier; and Maitre Fille went also with the widow of Palass Poucette. Jean Jacques did not go to the house of the widow of Palass Poucette "next day" as he had proposed: and she did not expect him.
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