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Updated: June 5, 2025
A heavy broken breath came from the father, and he replied haltingly: "Mebbe, mebbe so." Dominique's eyes closed again. "I'll make up some," he said slowly. "And if mother's lost, bring her back again to us, for everything's going wrong." Again he paused, then went on with the prayer as it had been taught him.
I broke my vow, I perjured my soul, I bought your wife with ten kegs of rum!" The tall hunter dropped again to his knees, and caught the priest's hand to kiss it. "No, no this!" the priest said, and laid his iron crucifix against the other's lips. Dominique's voice came clearly through the room: "Mother, I saw the white swan fly away through the door when you came in."
Presently there grew up in him a vague kind of hope that, somehow, this symbol would bring him luck that was the way he put it to himself. He had felt this and something more when Dominique prayed. Somehow, Dominique's prayer was the only one he had ever heard that had gone home to him, had opened up the big sluices of his nature, and let the light of God flood in.
Two or three mornings later, Dominique came into Germain's sitting chamber at Troyes and taking up his Master's service sword looked closely at it as if to examine the polish on the goldwork. Such was his custom when he had something special to say. Dominique's pieces of information were invariably valuable. Germain therefore looked up from the comedy he was reading and gave attention.
Mighty, says Goethe, is the god of propinquity. On Dominique's part attachment seems to have come insensibly, as a matter of course and despite the precariousness of his position. M. Forestier encouraged the young man's advances. To Julie love for the brilliant winner of the Prix de Rome became an absorption, her very life.
As the hills were for the most part covered with trees almost up to their summits, Frank and his party had only to turn a short distance off from the path, on receiving Dominique's news that the guide had stopped. "It is half past one," Frank said, holding the lantern, which the pilot had left with them, to his watch. "We shall get four hours' sleep.
"I do," she murmured, "but would that Dominique's priest were here. I long for the eternal union of our souls." He pressed her to his breast in great emotion, then loosed his arms and stood looking sorrowfully at her again, as for the last time. "Au revoir," she whispered, her eyes intensely searching into his. "Au revoir, ma chère," he answered, mastering his voice with all his strength.
This time Dominique's arm swung back the door with less pomposity, and Dominique's voice was a trifle less emphatic as he ushered in "M. le Capitaine." Again Mary and I scuttled about like young rabbits, and then stood still, staring shyly, and again our embarrassment was met by the calmest nonchalance. The second figure was a man of much more presence than the Commandant.
Presently there grew up in him a vague kind of hope that, somehow, this symbol would bring him luck that was the way he put it to himself. He had felt this and something more when Dominique prayed. Somehow, Dominique's prayer was the only one he had ever heard that had gone home to him, had opened up the big sluices of his nature, and let the light of God flood in.
Me crawl up among de trees and see eberyting; no fear whatsomeber." Dominique stripped and started down the path, while the rest retired into the shelter of the trees. An anxious two hours passed, the party listening intently for any sound that might tell of Dominique's being discovered.
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