Pierre Boulain! And when David turned to the man who
had come up behind them, there was a strange smile on the lips of
the lithe-limbed forest-runner as his eyes followed the hurrying
figure of St. Pierre's wife.
Until she was out of sight he stood in silence and then he said:
"Come, m'sieu. We, also, must meet St. Pierre!"
XIV
David moved slowly behind the brigade man. He had no desire to
hurry. He did not wish to see what happened when Marie-Anne met
St. Pierre Boulain. Only a moment ago she had been in his arms;
her hair had smothered his face; her hands had clung to his
shoulders; her flushed cheeks and long lashes had for an instant
lain close against his breast. And now, swiftly, without a word of
apology, she was running away from him to meet her husband.
He almost spoke that word aloud as he saw the last of her slim
figure among the silver birches. She was going to the man to whom
she belonged, and there was no hesitation in the manner of her
going. She was glad. And she was entirely forgetful of him, Dave
Carrigan, in that gladness.
He quickened his steps, narrowing the distance between him and the
hurrying brigade man.
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