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"Yes; and by God, Monsieur L'as, when France laughs, beware!" "Your Grace admits that France has no further resources." "Assuredly." "Then tax New France!" cried Law, his hand coming down hard upon the table, his eyes shining. "Mortgage where the security doubles every year, where the soil itself is security for wealth greater than all Europe ever owned."
He turned away as John Law stepped up beside him. "There must have been game here in plenty," said Law. "There are bones scattered all about." Du Mesne and Tête Gris looked at each other in silence, and the former at length replied: "This is an Iroquois war house, Monsieur L'as," said he. "They lived here for more than a month, and, as you say, they fed well.
I had as lief go censitaire for Monsieur L'as as for any seignieur on the Richelieu; of that be sure, old Pierre." "Faith," replied the latter, "when it comes to frightening crows, I'll even agree to sit on a stump with my musket across my knees and watch you work.
She half turned, as though to push back her chair from the board, would have arisen, would have spoken perhaps; yet act and gesture were at the time unnoticed. "His Excellency, Monsieur Jean L'as, le contrôleur-général," came the soft tones of the attendant near the door. "Monsieur Guillaume L'as, brother of the contrôleur-général."
While I have not doubted your enterprise, Monsieur, I bethought me perhaps it might be within your plans now to go but little farther on perhaps, indeed, to turn back " "To go back?" said Law. "Well, yes; that is to say, Monsieur L'as, back again down the Great Lakes." "Have you then known me so ill as this, Du Mesne?" said Law.
Down with Jean L'as!" rose a cadenced, rhythmic shout, the accord of a mob of Paris beating into its tones. And this steady burden was broken by the cries of "Enter! Enter! Break down the door! Kill the monster! Assassin! Thief! Traitor!" No word of the vocabulary of scorn and loathing was wanting in their cries.
"Mary Mother!" said Pierre Noir, "if it be a matter of a woman well, God help us all! At least 'tis something that will take Monsieur L'as over seas again." "'Tis mostly a woman," mused Du Mesne; "but this passeth my wit." "True, they pass the wit of all. Now, did I ever tell thee about the mission girl at Michilimackinac but stay! That for another time.
"The West is calling to us, Monsieur," said Pierre Noir one morning, as he stood looking out across the river. "I hear once more the spirits of the Messasebe. Monsieur, will you come?" Law shook his head. Yet two days later, as he stood at that very point, there came to him the silent feet of two coureurs instead of one. Once more he heard in his ear the question: "Monsieur L'as, will you come?"
"At least not while this look is in his eye." "The more the loss, Pierre Noir; but some day the woods will call to him again. I know not how long it may be, yet some day Mother Messasebe will raise her finger and beckon to Monsieur L'as, and say: 'Come, my son! 'Tis thus, as you know, Pierre Noir."
This Monsieur L'as, the director-general, he it is who has ruined us! Well enough it is that the square in front of his hotel is filled with people! Presently they will break down his doors. And then, pray God they punish him for this that he has done!" The cheek of Lady Catharine paled and a sudden flood of contending emotions crossed her mind.
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