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"Will you not tell him, my son?" said the Cure, rising. Still Parpon was silent. "The son of your grand Seigneur asks you a question, Parpon," said Medallion soothingly. "Oh, my grand Seigneur!" said Parpon, throwing up his hands. "Once he said to me, 'Come, my brown diver, and live with me. But I said, 'No, I am not fit.
"For my part," Muroc was saying, as Parpon nodded at them, and passed by, "I'm not satisfied." "Don't you get enough to eat?" asked the mealman, whose idea of happiness was based upon the appreciation of a good dinner. "But yes, and enough to drink, thanks to His Excellency, and the buttons he puts on my coat." Muroc jingled some gold coins in his pocket. "It's this being clean that's the devil!
But he was thinking instead of how the angel and the devil may live side by side in a man, and neither be entirely driven out and the angel conquer in great times and seasons. He beckoned to Parpon to come over, and the dwarf trotted with a sidelong motion to the chancel steps. Every face in the congregation was eager, and some were mystified, even anxious.
Once, twice, during the next hour, a low, anguished voice filled the room; but just as dawn came, Parpon stooped and tenderly wiped a soft moisture from the face, lying so quiet and peaceful now against the pillow. "She breathes easy, poor pretty bird!" said the old woman gently. "She'll never see again?" asked Parpon mournfully. "Never a thing while she lives," was the whispered reply.
The old sergeant's face flushed, and his hand dropped to his sword; but he had promised Parpon to say nothing till he got his cue, and he would keep his word. So he disposed himself in an attitude of martial attention. The dwarf bowed to the others with a face of as great gravity as the charcoalman's, and waving his hand, said: "Keep your seats, my children, and God be with you.
At last she fell asleep in her chair, but Parpon and his mother slept not at all. Now and again the dwarf went to the door and looked out at the night, so still, and full of the wonder of growth and rest. Far up on Dalgrothe Mountain a soft brazen light lay like a shield against the sky, a strange, hovering thing.
Then followed a clause providing that, in any case, Parpon should have in fee simple the land known as the Bois Noir, and the hut thereon. Armand sprang to his feet in surprise, blurting out something, then sat down, quietly took the will, and read it through carefully. When he had finished he looked inquiringly, first at Monsieur Garon, then at the Cure. "Why Parpon?" he said searchingly.
Saviour's had stopped ringing for Mass, and the streets were almost empty. "I'm taking you to Mass," said Parpon, puffing under his load, for Pomfrette made an ungainly burden. "Hand of a little devil, no!" cried Pomfrette, startled. "I said I'd never go to Mass again, and I never will. "You said you'd never go to Mass till you were carried; so it's all right."
The congregation stirred in their seats, for they saw that the Cure intended Parpon to go. Parpon went up two steps of the chancel quietly and caught the arm of the Cure, drawing him down to whisper in his ear.
He came back, and said that he had seen Parpon and had done it all right; then we went away to Montreal and got married. The very first day at Montreal, I found out that he had Luc's money. It was awful. I went mad, and he got angry and left me alone, and didn't come back. A week afterwards he was killed, and I didn't know it for a long time.
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