"Yes; and when I show you to the old man--Superintendent Me Vane,
you know--and tell him you're my wife, he can't go back on his
promise. He said if I settled this Roger Audemard affair, I could
have anything I might ask for. And I'll ask for my discharge, I
ought to have it in September, and that will give us time to
return before the snow flies. You see--"
He held out his arms again. "You see," he cried, his face
smothered in her hair again, "I've found the place of my dreams up
here, and I want to stay--always. Are you a little glad, Marie-
Anne?"
In a great room at the end of the hall, with windows opening in
three directions upon the wilderness, St. Pierre waited in his
wheel-chair, grunting uneasily now and then at the long time it
was taking Carmin to discover certain things out in the hall.
Finally he heard her coming, tiptoeing very quietly from the
direction of David Carrigan's door, and St. Pierre chuckled and
tried to rub his bandaged hands when she came in, her face pink
and her eyes shining with the greatest thrill that can stir a
feminine heart.
"If we'd only known," he tried to whisper, "I would have had the
keyhole made larger, Cherie! He deserves it for having spied on us
at the cabin window.
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