But all my ingenuity could not extract from him what he did not
know--who that mysterious lady is, her name and family."
"Could the Huron hunters give no guess?" asked Amelie, thoroughly
interested in Angelique's story.
"No. They learned by signs, however, from the Abenaquais, that she
was a lady of a noble family in Acadia which had mingled its
patrician blood with that of the native chiefs and possessors of the
soil. The Abenaquais were chary of their information, however: they
would only say she was a great white lady, and as good as any saint
in the calendar."
"I would give five years of my life to know who and what that woman
is!" Angelique added, as she leaned over the parapet, gazing
intently at the great forest that lay beyond Charlebourg, in which
was concealed the Chateau of Beaumanoir."
"It is a strange mystery. But I would not seek to unravel it,
Angelique," remarked Amelie, "I feel there is sin in it. Do not
touch it: it will only bring mischief upon you if you do!"
"Mischief! So be it! But I will know the worst! The Intendant is
deceiving me! Woe be to him and her if I am to be their intended
victim! Will you not assist me, Amelie, to discover the truth of
this secret?"
"I? how can I? I pity you, Angelique, but it were better to leave
this Intendant to his own devices.
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