The Lady of Fort St. John by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
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Denys can furnish ship as well as men, if he be so minded. My lieutenant
in arms next to Edelwald," said La Tour, smiling over her, "my equal partner in troubles, and my lady of Fort St. John will stand for my honor and prosperity until I return." Marie smiled back. "D'Aulnay has a fair wife, and her husband is rich, and favored by the king, and has got himself made governor of Acadia in your stead. She sits in her own hall at Port Royal: but poor Madame D'Aulnay! She has not thee!" At this La Tour laughed aloud. The ring of his voice, and the clang of his breastplate which fell over on the floor as he arose, woke an answering sound. It did not come from the outer room, where scarcely a voice stirred among the sleepy soldiery, but from the top row of bunks. Marie turned white at this child wail soothed by a woman's voice. "What have we here?" exclaimed La Tour. "Monsieur, it must be a baby!" "Who has broken into this post with a baby? There may be men concealed overhead." He grasped his pistols, but no men-at-arms appeared with the haggard woman who crept down from her hiding-place near the joists. "Are you some spy sent from D'Aulnay?" inquired La Tour. |
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