The Span o' Life: A Tale of Louisbourg & QuebecMcIlwraith, Jean N. (Jean Newton)
History
The Span o' Life: A Tale of Louisbourg & Quebec
McIlwraith, Jean N. (Jean Newton)
United States -- History -- French and Indian War, 1754-1763 -- Fiction
I was much moved by her generous offer, for generous it was beyond
a doubt. I have known too much of women not to recognise when full
credit should be given to their virtues, and if Madame Prevost had
a second thought beyond escaping from the disgrace of the
capitulation, then I know nothing of the sex.
"My dearest madame," I answered, warmly, "'tis quite out of the
question."
"Why? I have seen old Gourdeau, the pilot; his two sons have a boat
at my service. They know every hole and corner of the harbour, and
will do anything for me."
"The boat is not the question, my dear madame; it is yourself I am
thinking of."
"Well, I am ready. I will have everything in readiness, if the
capitulation be not signed by nightfall, it will be by the morning,
and the moment it is determined on, you are free. We can easily
pass out by the wicket near the Brouillon Bastion, and the Gourdeau
will be at their post. I have thought of everything."
"Pardon me, madame; you have thought of everything save yourself.
Have you thought of what the world will say to your flight with
me? It will only credit you with motives of which I know you have
never dreamed."
"Oh, mon Dieu, monsieur I this is cruel of you!" she cried, much
distressed. "I was thinking as much of you as of myself."
"You were, I am sure, thinking more of me than of yourself, and
for this I speak plainly, madame. I am overcome with your generosity,
but my appreciation of it is too high to allow you, an honourable
woman, to wreck your good name for my sake. I cannot go among the
English, where you might be unrecognised, but where I am still a
proscribed rebel; you cannot go among your own people to Quebec,
where you would but suffer a martyrdom for your courage and sacrifice.
No, no, my dear madame, believe me, it is not to be thought of!"
Here she began to cry again, somewhat to my relief, for I saw that
her resolution was giving way.
"Oh, mon ami! I have been nothing but a silly fool of a woman all
my life! Since my husband married me out of a convent, no man has
spoken to me but to flatter, or to make love, until you came. You
are the only one who has treated me as an equal, and because of
this, I would do anything for you. I care nothing for what the
world says!"
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