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As he spoke, again were heard footsteps on a run outside the barn. "I know you're not," said Miss Clairville in agitation, "but I don't shrink from you as I used to do. Perhaps it was my fault. Oh who can this be? Father Rielle returning?" "Hardly. He was told to drive back for you. It's some one seeking shelter, like ourselves.
"But," said Father Rielle in their common tongue, "is it because the wife of Poussette is a little afflicted, light of head while sad of heart, that rules and customs no longer apply to her? I take it it will make a scandal in the village and every man who is sick must expect some other man's wife to come in and care for him, and finally live in his house and take care of it.
He her hated and despised brother was trying to bless her, to lay unsanctified and sinful yet yearning hands upon her, and it was a blow to her pride to learn forbearance in such a school and from such a teacher. But he had spoken almost his last words. He collapsed, groaning, and the doctor and Mme. Poussette each passed an arm under him. Father Rielle appeared at the bedside with the sacrament.
With shining top hat, fur-lined coat, gauntlets and cane, M. Lalonde, the Montreal detective, came forward with his professional conceit no whit impaired by juxtaposition with these glacial and solitary surroundings. He handed his card to the priest and bowed to them both. "Mon Dieu!" muttered Father Rielle, "it is true then! You saw it all! You saw it all I can see!"
Martin here found him." She did not yet understand. "Martin, I say, was the one who found it." The change of pronoun did not fully enlighten her. "But he is alive! Yes, of course he is alive, only badly hurt. Then we can be married at once wherever he is. Any one can marry us Father Rielle will tell you that. If we both wish, and we both believe in God, that is sufficient.
Ignace, you must help me to find some one to play the harmonium. Better be a lady. Do you know any one?" But Poussette was not following. The mention of the priest had awakened a flood of memory. "Father Rielle I don't know if I like that one or not. One's enough, you're enough, Mr. Ringfield. Give Father Rielle a drink and let him go." "I'm not talking about Father Rielle at all just now.
And you you are one of the three Rielle brothers, likewise from Three Rivers; one is a notary, one a priest yourself and the youngest keeps the Hôtel Jacques Cartier at Sorel-en-haut. That is funny, that! You should have made him something else." "It is true," replied the priest mildly, "I am not in love with his calling, but people who travel must be lodged.
"But she, my sister, she is so flighty, so excitable she may have told a thousand times!" "I think not, m'sieu." "Father Rielle is unsuspecting; likewise Dr. Renaud. Well, well, who gains by considering evil? Not one so weak and battered as I. Nevertheless, I will walk, madame.
Thus they escaped the worst portion of the storm, but the darkness endured; they remained standing looking at one another, and Pauline, though she was both cold and frightened, managed to give her habitual laugh. "Because you are 'Father Rielle," she exclaimed, "you think you are entitled to pursue a recreant sheep of the flock even over here!
He is such a kind man and a friend of Henry's, and Father Rielle thinks highly of him, although he no longer attends his church." Ringfield was now satisfied that she had broken into his speech purposely to avoid the mention of the Englishman's name, but he determined to stand his ground.
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