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"But she isn't the one, Monsieur Zhone. Oh, she wouldn't do at all." "She wouldn't? I have made a mistake. It's Mademoiselle Vigo." "Oh, no, she wouldn't do, either. There is only one that would do." The boy tried to swallow his tumult of palpitation. "It is Mademoiselle Angélique Saucier, monsieur." Rice looked reproachfully at him over folded arms. "That's why I came to you about it, monsieur.
"I love you," he repeated, compressing his lips. "Why 'no, Monsieur Zhone, no'?" "I do not know." Angélique drew her hand back and arranged her roses over and over, looking down at them in blind distress. "Is it Pierre Menard?" She glanced up at him reproachfully. "Oh, monsieur, it is only that I do not want" She put silence in the place of words.
"Put that limb of a Morrison girl out of the house," came an unexpected mandate from amongst the screens. "I would gladly put her out," said Captain Saucier anxiously. "Peggy, my child, now that Mademoiselle Zhone is with Angélique, be persuaded to go with madame and the children." Peggy shook her head, laughing. A keen new delight in delay and danger made her sparkle.
They were Colonel Menard's motherless children. A black maid was with them, holding the youngest by the hand. They were whispering in French under cover of the music. French was the second mother tongue of every Kaskaskia girl, and Peggy heard what they said by merely taking her attention from her companions. "I will get Jean Lozier to beat Monsieur Reece Zhone.
Dunlap, for a mere political feud, should seek out Monsieur Reece Zhone in my father's house, and shoot him down before our eyes? I am dazed. It is like a nightmare." Peggy set her mouth and looked abroad into the brightening night. Angélique dropped her face in her hands and shook with sobbing.
They like best to be fought over. It is not proper to tell her we are willing to have her. The way to do is to drive off the other suitors." "But there are so many. Tante Isidore says all the young men in Kaskaskia and the officers left at Fort Chartres are her suitors. Monsieur Reece Zhone is the worst one, though.
"Will you have something to eat and drink before you start?" "I don't want anything to eat, and I am not going to Colonel Menard's to-night." "But, my son," reasoned the staring friar, "are you going to quit your victuals and all good company because one more Zhone has come to town, and that one such a small, helpless creature? Mademoiselle Saucier will be at Menard's." Dr.
The water had sleeked down his hair to a satin skullcap on his full head. "This is a wet night, madame and mesdemoiselles," he observed. "Oh, Monsieur Zhone," lamented Madame Saucier, "how can you laugh? We are all ruined." "No, madame. There is no such word as 'ruin' in the Territory." "And I must take my two little children, and leave Angélique here in the midst of this water."
"Oh, no, monsieur, we do not quarrel much. And we never should quarrel at all if we had a mother to teach us better," said young Pierre adroitly. Rice studied him with a sidelong glance of amusement, and let him struggle unhelped to his object. "Monsieur Zhone, do you intend to get married?" "Certainly," replied the prompt lawyer. "But why should you want to get married? You have no children."
Through open doors they watched the flying figures, and the rocking of many a dusky heel kept time to the music. The first dance ended in some slight confusion. A little cry went through the rooms: "Rice Jones's sister has fainted!" "Mademoiselle Zhone has fainted!"
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