The Baron de St. Castin
sheltered them in his chateau for the winter, and his daughter
devoted herself to them with the zeal and tenderness of a saint from
Heaven--a noble, lovely girl, Amelie!" added La Corne, impressively;
"the fairest flower in all Acadia, and most unfortunate, poor girl!
God's blessing rest upon her, wherever she may be!" La Corne St.
Luc spoke with a depth of emotion he rarely manifested.
"How was she unfortunate, godfather?" Philibert watched the cheek
flush and the eyelid quiver of the fair girl as she spoke, carried
away by her sympathy. His heart went with his looks.
"Alas!" replied La Corne, "I would fain not answer, lest I distrust
the moral government of the universe. But we are blind creatures,
and God's ways are not fashioned in our ways. Let no one boast that
he stands, lest he fall! We need the help of the host of Heaven to
keep us upright and maintain our integrity. I can scarcely think of
that noble girl without tears. Oh, the pity of it! The pity of it!"
Lady de Tilly looked at him wonderingly.
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