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When Wilderness Was King

CHAPTER XXIII
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"'T will haunt me till the hour I die." "Bah! 'T will all be forgotten with return of daylight," I was quick to reply; for had found relief in action, and could perceive already that the clouds were becoming shapeless and drifting rapidly southward in a great billowy mass.

"Do not stand there moping like a day-blind owl, but aid me to make Mademoiselle see the foolishness of her fears." The sting of these words moved him more than a blow would have done; but as he knelt beside her, I noted there was little of the old reckless ring in his voice.
"'T is indeed true, Toinette,--'t was but a cloud, and has already greatly changed in aspect.

'T will be no more than cause for laughter when the sun gilds the plain, and will form a rare tale to tell to the gallants at Montreal.

Yet, Saint Guise! 't was grewsome enough, and my knees quake still from the terror of the thing." Mademoiselle was as brave and cool-headed a girl as ever I knew; but so thoroughly had she been unnerved by this dreadful happening, that it was only after the most persistent urging on our part that she consented to be led below.

There, at the foot of the ladder, I stepped aside to permit De Croix to walk with her across the parade; but she would not go without a word of parting.
"Do not think me weak and silly," she implored, her face, still white from the terror, upturned to me in the moonlight.


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