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Tannis rode to perfection, and managed her bad-tempered brute of a pony with a skill and grace that made Carey applaud her. She was glorious on horseback.
It is because you are going to Prince Albert to see a white woman!" Even in his embarrassment Carey noted that this was the first time he had ever heard Tannis use the expression, "a white woman," or any other that would indicate her sense of a difference between herself and the dominant race.
A High School course and considerable mingling in the social life of the town for old Auguste was a man to be conciliated by astute politicians, since he controlled some two or three hundred half-breed votes sent Tannis home to the Flats with a very thin, but very deceptive, veneer of culture and civilization overlying the primitive passions and ideas of her nature.
"My God, I MUST see her before I die," burst out Carey pleadingly. "Where is Father Gabriel? HE will go." "The priest went to town last night and has not come back," said Tannis. Carey groaned and shut his eyes. If Father Gabriel was away, there was indeed no one to go.
After all, Tannis' four years in Prince Albert had not been altogether wasted. She knew that white girls did not mix their male relatives up in a vendetta when a man ceased calling on them and she had nothing else to complain of that could be put in words. After some reflection she concluded to hold her tongue.
If young Paul and old Auguste made things unpleasant for him, he thought himself more than a match for them. It was the thought of the suffering he had brought upon Tannis that worried him. He had not, to be sure, been a villain; but he had been a fool, and that is almost as bad, under some circumstances. The Dumonts, however, did not trouble him.
When you come to think of it, this was an embarrassing question, especially for Carey, who had believed that Tannis understood the game, and played it for its own sake, as he did. "I don't understand you, Tannis," he said hurriedly. "You have made me love you," said Tannis. The words sound flat enough on paper.
They did not sound flat to Tom, as repeated by Lazarre, and they sounded anything but flat to Carey, hurled at him as they were by a woman trembling with all the passions of her savage ancestry. Tannis had justified her criticism of poetry. She had said her half-dozen words, instinct with all the despair and pain and wild appeal that all the poetry in the world had ever expressed.
But, if Carey thought his relationship with Tannis was that of friendship merely, he was the only one at the Flats who did think so. All the half-breeds and quarter-breeds and any-fractional breeds there believed that he meant to marry Tannis. There would have been nothing surprising to them in that.
Filled with the happiest thoughts, he had advanced toward Tannis and, on reaching the goal of all his hopes and wishes, found it lying before him like a ripening grain-field devastated by hail and swarms of locusts. As if in derision, fate led him first to the Hebrew quarter.
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