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Palass Poucette left behind him seven sound horses, and cows and sheep, and a threshing- machine and a fanning-mill, and no debts, and two thousand dollars in the bank. You will never do anything away from here. You must stay here, where where I can look after you, Jean Jacques."
Mere Langlois would have bought the fruit-dish also if she could have afforded to bid against Virginie Poucette; but the latter would have had the dish if it had cost her two hundred dollars.
No, I will not, for " "As to that, we keep a tavern," she returned. "You can come the same as the rest of the world. The company is mixed, but there it is. You needn't eat off the same plate, as they say in Quebec." Quebec! He looked at her with the face of one who saw a vision. How like Virginie Poucette the brave, generous Virginie how like she was!
Her own husband had been a horse-doctor, farmer, and sportsman of a kind, and she herself was now a farmer of a kind; and she had only resided in the parish during the three years since she had been married to, and buried, Palass Poucette.
"Popinjay you, that ought to be in a cage like his canary." But Virginie Poucette also was there in front of the offender, and she also had come from Chalfonte was born in that parish; and she knew what she was facing.
"I'll never forget what you've said and done this morning, Virginie Poucette," he declared; "and if I break the back of the trouble that's in my way, and come out cock o' the walk again" the gold Cock of Beaugard in the ruins near and the clarion of the bantam of his barnyard were in his mind and ears "it'll be partly because of you. I hug that thought to me."
"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.
Never since his wife had left him the long lonely years ago had a woman meant anything to him except as one of a race; but in this moment here a woman had held his hand, and he could feel still the warm palm which had comforted his own agitated fingers. Virginie Poucette saw, and she understood what was passing in his mind.
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.
As his mind came back from the far places where it had been, and his eyes returned to the concrete world, he saw what the woman recalled to him. It was yes, it was Virginie Poucette the kind and beautiful Virginie for her goodness had made him remember her as beautiful, though indeed she was but comely, like this woman who stayed him as he walked by the river.
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