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"Only a preacher! That conveys a great deal. You must have but a poor idea of my vocation, of the saving grace and special power of all true religion." "Religion! But if religion can do so much, why would not Father Rielle succeed as well as you?" "Ah! there you have a problem, I admit.
We are, you and I and presently Father Rielle, responsible for M. Clairville. He must not be moved except to his bed; he is too far gone for more. The wife of Poussette is, to my knowledge, the only person we can get to sit here, administer drink and medicine, make him comfortable. Well, not even she can do that but you comprenez. And she is capable, I know her well.
She is not here." "No, not yet. I spare you that, Pauline; she will arrive later, after I am gone. Father Rielle knows at last; he never suspected. Renaud knows; speak to her, Renaud, tell her." Another fit of coughing shook him, and the cats, disturbed in their sleep, stood up, arching their brown backs and yawning.
That unpleasant negative condition of waiting for a death was now shared by all at Poussette's as the news spread through St. Ignace. Father Rielle was seen to drive away, and Dr. Renaud was already at the Manor House, but Ringfield, shut up in his own room, reading and pondering, heard nothing of the matter for several hours.
Ringfield belonged to the tribe of straight-nosed, grey-eyed thinkers a finished contrast to Father Rielle, whose worn profile suggested the wormwood and the gall.
His mind, restored to its natural bent, the study of the soul of man and its relation to the spiritual world, no longer dwelt on Miss Clairville nor on any other worldly matter, and therefore his next and as it proved final move was not so peculiar as seemed at first sight; he chose to enter a religious house and end his days there, as in the heat of remorseful and involuntary confession he had told Father Rielle.
I make quite a bit of monee, m'sieu, with the 'otel and the mill, and a leetle bet and a leetle horses. Bien what you say? Very well. What must I do with this monee while I live, and if I die? 'Give it to the Church, Father Rielle, he say. 'No, sir, I say!"
I saw his stick, then I heard him; and then he came down and he and Father Rielle went away together." "But he came back for I saw him, I saw you both. You went outside to look at the tree." "Yes he went away, but he came back, and while we were talking I heard you coming and so and so " "You got him out of the way in time! Then after I left he was here again with you?"
He seemed to fail in some mysterious indefinable way; his thick hair looked thinner on his temples, his eyes were larger and the set of his mouth reminded one of Father Rielle in its slow, new writhing smile. If this were Love how should any escape? But not only Love, but Hate, and Doubt, and Fear, were all warring in a good man's breast.
Father Rielle, he's no harm. He cannot marry mademoiselle nor any one else; besides, he has no money. Mlle. Pauline she is for the money." "Ah ha, I believe you. We used to read or sing, I forget which, at college, about 'Les beaux yeux de sa Cassette'. I do not know the origin of the quotation, but you understand, Mr.
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