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Updated: June 29, 2025
Just beyond the mill, upon the banks of the river, was the most notorious, if not the most celebrated, house in the settlement. Shangois, the travelling notary, lived in it when he was not travelling.
There is vaurien in her too," was the half-triumphant reply. "There is more woman," retorted Shangois; "much more." "We'll see about that, m'sieu'!" exclaimed Castine, as he turned towards the bear, which was clawing at his chain. An hour later, a scene quite as important occurred at Lavilette's great farmhouse. It was about ten o'clock. Lights were burning in every window.
"It is no concern of the world," answered Shangois, stretching up his throat, for he still felt the pressure of Ferrol's fingers "only of the girl and her brother. The girl I saved her once before from your friend Vanne Castine, and I will save her from you but, yes! It is nothing to the world, to Bonaventure, that you are a robber; it is everything to her.
Shangois sat back in his chair, the fingers of both hands drumming on the table before him, his head twisted a little to one side. His little reflective eyes sparkled with malicious interest, and his little voice said, as though he were speaking to himself: "Excuse, but the land belongs to the young Vanne Castine eh?" "That's it," exclaimed Farcinelle.
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'?"
The animal was clean of limb, straight and shapely of body, with a leg like a lady's, and heart and wind to travel till she dropped. This mare the little black notary, Shangois, had cheerfully stolen from beside the tent of the English general.
There was, however, a huge chest against the wall near the window, and Shangois sat down on this, with his legs hunched up to his chin, looking at Ferrol with steady, inquisitive eyes. Ferrol laughed outright. A grotesque thought occurred to him.
"It is no concern of the world," answered Shangois, stretching up his throat, for he still felt the pressure of Ferrol's fingers "only of the girl and her brother. The girl I saved her once before from your friend Vanne Castine, and I will save her from you but, yes! It is nothing to the world, to Bonaventure, that you are a robber; it is everything to her.
It was only when Shangois was a third of the way across, that he knew the mare's rider. There was no time to turn the bridge back, and there was no time for Shangois to stop the headlong pace of the mare. She gave a wild whinny of fright, and jumped cornerwise, clear out across the chasm, towards the moving bridge.
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.
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