I loved
you for it, even when you sat me there on the sand like a silly
loon. And now, even my Carmin loves you for bringing me out of the
fire--But you are not listening!"
David was looking past him toward the door, and St. Pierre smiled
when he saw the look that was in his face.
"Nepapinas!" he called loudly. "Nepapinas!"
In a moment there was shuffling of feet outside, and Nepapinas
came in. St. Pierre held out his two great, bandaged hands, and
David met them with his own, one bandaged and one free. Not a word
was spoken between them, but their eyes were the eyes of men
between whom had suddenly come the faith and understanding of a
brotherhood as strong as life itself.
Then Nepapinas wheeled St. Pierre from the room and David
straightened himself against his pillows, and waited, and
listened, until it seemed two hearts were thumping inside him in
the place of one.
It was an interminable time, he thought, before Marie-Anne stood
in the doorway. For a breath she paused there, looking at him as
he stretched out his bandaged arm to her, moved by every yearning
impulse in her soul to come in, yet ready as a bird to fly away.
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