The agent of M'sieu' Barouche is a man of mark about here, and he'll be more marked soon--but yes!" "You think Monsieur Barouche will be elected, do you ?" asked Junia, as they closed the door.
"I know he will." "I've been working for Monsieur Grier, and that isn't my opinion." "I'm working for Barode Barouche, and I know the result." They were now in Luzanne's small room, and Junia noted that it had all the characteristics of a habitant dwelling--even to the crucifix at the head of the bed, and the picture of the French-Canadian Premier of the Dominion on the wall.

She also saw a rosary on a little hook beside the bed.
"How do you know ?" "Because I am the wife of Carnac Grier, and I know what will happen to him....

You turn pale, ma'm'selle, but your colour isn't going to alter the truth.

I'm Carnac Grier's wife by the laws of New York State." "Does Monsieur Grier admit he is your husband ?" "He must respect the law by which he married me." "I don't believe he was ever honestly married to you," declared Junia.
"Has he ever lived with you--for a single day ?" "What difference would that make?
I have the marriage certificate here." She touched her bosom.
"I'd have thought you were Barode Barouche's wife by the way you act.
Isn't it a wife's duty to help her husband--Shouldn't you be fighting against Barode Barouche ?" "I mean to be recognized as Carnac Grier's wife--that's why I'm here." "Have you seen him since you've been here?
Have you told him how you're working against him?
Have you got the certificate with you ?" "Of course.

I've got my head on like a piece of flesh and blood that belongs to me--bien sur." She suddenly drew from her breast a folded piece of blue paper.