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Updated: June 29, 2025
Some one has robbed Nicolas Lavilette of five thousand dollars. You dare to charge me with it, curse you. Let me see if there's any more lies on your tongue!" With the violence of the pressure Shangois's tongue was forced out of his mouth. Suddenly a paroxysm of coughing seized Ferrol, and he let go and staggered back against the window ledge. Shangois was transformed an animal.
What a Jack I look when I sing ah, that fool's song all down de street! I come back for one thing only, M'sieu' Shangois. "You know that night ah, four, five years ago? You remember, M'sieu' Shangois? Ah! she was so beautiful, so sweet; her hair it fall down about her face, her eyes all black, her cheeks like the snow, her lips, her lips! You rememb' her father curse me, tell me to go. Why?
But soon afterwards came Christine's elopement with Vanne, of which no one knew save her father, Nicolas, Shangois and Vanne himself. That ended their compact, and, after a bitter quarrel, they had parted and had never met nor seen each other till this very afternoon. "Yes, I know your whistle all right," answered Nicolas, with a twist of the shoulder.
No grown-up person of the village meddled with anything, no matter how curious; for this consistent, if unspoken, trust displayed by Shangois appealed to their better instincts. Besides, they, like the children, had a wholesome fear of the disreputable, shrunken, dishevelled little notary, with the bead-like eyes, yellow stockings, hooked nose and palsied left hand.
"Then you're not quite sure yourself, little devilkin?" "The girl is a riddle. I am not the great reader of riddles." "I didn't call you that. You're only a common little imp." Shangois showed his teeth in a malicious smile. "Why did you set me the riddle, then?" Ferrol continued, his eyes fixed with apparent carelessness on the other's face. "I thought she might have told you the answer."
"You see it doesn't go away from Sophie; so let him have it, Louis." "All right," responded monsieur at last, "Sophie gets the acres and the house in her dot." "You won't give young Vanne Castine a chance?" asked the notary. "The mortgage is for four hundred dollars and the place is worth seven hundred!" No one replied. "Very well, my Israelites," added Shangois, bending over the contract.
Shangois did not stir, nor show by even the wink of an eyelid that he recognised the laughter, or thought that he was being laughed at. Presently Ferrol sat down and looked at Shangois without speaking, as Shangois looked at him. He smiled more than once, however, as the thought recurred to him. "Well?" he said at last. "What if she finds out about the five thousand dollars eh, m'sieu'?"
As Shangois sang, Castine's brow knotted and twitched and his hand clinched on his pipe with a sudden ferocity. "Name of a black cat, what do you sing that song for, notary?" he broke out peevishly. "Nose of a little god, are you making fun of me?" Shangois handed him some tea.
At a table in the dining-room sat Monsieur and Madame Lavilette, the father of Magon Farcinelle, and Shangois, the notary. The marriage contract was before them. They had reached a point of difficulty. Farcinelle was stipulating for five acres of river-land as another item in Sophie's dot. The corners tightened around Madame's mouth.
You are all robbers you English cochons!" He opened the door and went out. Ferrol was about to follow him, but he had a sudden fit of weakness, and he caught up a pillow, and, throwing it on the chest where Shangois had sat, stretched himself upon it. He lay still for quite a long time, and presently fell into a doze. In those days no event made a lasting impression on him.
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