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Updated: June 15, 2025
About this time another event occurred which occasioned no small excitement in our little community. Robineau, the striker from the blacksmith establishment at Sugar Creek, near the Four Lakes, arrived one very cold day at the Agency. He had come to procure medical aid for Mâtâ's eldest daughter, Sophy, who, while sliding on the lake, had fallen on the ice and been badly hurt.
"Two honor prizes at the general examinations in competition with all the lycees and colleges of France." For ten years the Institution Robineau triumphed in the same fashion.
He has just been received into the little club of the Rue Royale. And why? It's not the Union or the Jockey; but never mind, one doesn't get in there as into a hotel. And why was Robineau received?" "I don't know." "It's because he has married a charming woman, and this charming woman is a skater of the first rank. She had a tremendous success on the ice at the Bois de Boulogne.
"I shall be happy to sing, sister Marie," replied Monsieur Robineau, with somewhat husky dignity, "when I have finished my story. You may have heard the story before. So may André so may Suzette so may my wife. I admit it. But these gentlemen these gentlemen who have never heard it, and who have done me the honor...." "Not to listen to a word of it," said Madame Robineau, sharply.
Not to consider the question too curiously, I should have said, at first sight, that Monsieur Robineau stood in no little awe of his wife, and that Madame Robineau was the very head and front of their domestic establishment.
"Another glass of punch, Monsieur Robineau," interrupted Dalrymple. "Thank you, M'sieur, you are very good; well, as I was saying...." "Ah, bah, brother Jacques!" exclaimed Madame Roquet, impatiently, "don't give us that old story of the miller and the gray colt, this evening! We've all heard it a hundred times already. Sing us a song instead, mon ami!"
And the miller's wife saw there was a strange young demoiselle among the women of the côte, trying to quiet them. She had a calm dark beauty and an elegance of manner unusual to the provinces, and even Father Robineau beheld her with surprise. "Mademoiselle, it is unfortunate that you should be in Petit Cap at this time," said the priest.
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