"If it hadn't been for you--he would have died!"
She drew back, turning to the door. "He is coming to see you--
alone," she said, a little broken note in her throat. "And I pray
God you will see with clear understanding, David Carrigan--and
forgive me--as I have forgiven you--for a thing that happened long
ago."
He waited. His head was in a jumble, and his thoughts were
tumbling over one another in an effort to evolve some sort of
coherence out of things amazing and unexpected. One thing was
impressed upon him--he had saved St. Pierre's life, and because he
had done this Carmin Fanchet was very tender to him. She had
kissed him, and Marie-Anne had kissed him, and--
A strange dawning was coming to him, thrilling him to his finger-
tips. He listened. A new sound was approaching from the hall. His
door was opened, and a wheel-chair was rolled in by old Nepapinas.
In the chair was St. Pierre Audemard. Feet and hands and arms were
wrapped in bandages, but his face was uncovered and wreathed in
smiling happiness when he saw David propped up against his
pillows. Nepapinas rolled him close to the bed and then shuffled
out, and as he closed the door, David was sure he heard the
subdued whispering of feminine voices down the hall.
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