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Updated: June 11, 2025
"That is my name, at your service, mademoiselle, and am I mistaken in presuming that I address a member of the Sarpy family, for this is the mansion of Sieur Sarpy, well known to me." "I am his daughter. I have only lately returned from France where I spent many years." "Not the Zulma of whom I have heard your brother speak so often?" "The same."
All the leaves of the forest had fallen, the wind blew chill through the openings, and suddenly there appeared before us a mountain of snow. Our commander pitched his tent and unfurled the Continental flag. One of our officers ran up to its summit, in the hope of seeing the spires of Quebec." Sieur Sarpy smiled again and shook his head.
Grandpapa when he left me, two days ago, said au révoir. That means, 'I will see you again." "But perhaps those bad men have killed him." "What bad men? The Wolves?" Zulma did not understand, but Sieur Sarpy understood very well. "Yes, the Wolves, my dear," he said with a sad smile. "Oh, my grandfather does not fear the Wolves. The Wolves fear him.
For seventy miles falls and rapids succeeded each other, until at length, by a providential escape, the party reached Sertigan, the first French outpost." "Saved!" exclaimed Zulma. "And how were they treated there?" asked Sieur Sarpy with much curiosity. "As friends.
On their way, they heard the confused mutter of the streets: "The Bastonnais have come!" Yes, there they were. Arnold's men stood like a spectral army on the Heights of Levis. It was a damp bleak morning, and the snow was falling fast. Zulma Sarpy sat in her bedroom, indolently stretched upon a rocking chair before a glowing fire.
The command then devolved on Morgan, who, after a gallant charge, carried the first barrier, taking a number of prisoners, and pushed to the second and more important one further in the interior of Lower Town. On the way, his men scattered and disarmed a number of Seminary scholars, among whom was Eugene Sarpy.
Finally, this American officer, unless he was much mistaken, had contracted a strong affection for the daughter of Sieur Sarpy, an affection which was reciprocated, and he had every reason to believe that Pauline was well acquainted with that circumstance. "Stop there," said the old doctor, taking a pinch of snuff and smiling slyly. "Here is perhaps a clue.
The spell of Zulma's affection appeared to her like the embrace of a great spirit, overpowering, irresistible, and withal delicious in its strength. And in spite of her she saw why should the vision be so vivid? the beautiful, sad eyes of Cary Singleton, as he sat beside her at the Sarpy mansion, or parted from her at the St. Louis Gate.
The respiration of its three living beings was barely audible, a proof that at least none of them suffered from physical pain. Everything betokened peace and security. If the rest of the country-side was wild with war or the rumours of war, the Sarpy mansion lay in the bliss of a profound unconsciousness.
Sieur Sarpy frequently interrupted her with passionate exclamations which surprised her considerably, as they showed that he took a deeper interest in the impending war than he had intended or she had expected. The incident of the bridge particularly moved him. "And you are certain," he asked, "that the young officer was the same who was fired at from the walls?"
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