God will deal with Bigot
as he deserves: the crafty man will be caught in his own devices
some day."
"Oh, Bigot is a gentleman, aunt, too polite to insult any one,"
remarked Le Gardeur, impatient to defend one whom he regarded as a
friend. "He is the prince of good fellows, and not crafty, I think,
but all surface and sunshine."
"You never explored the depths of him, Le Gardeur," remarked La
Corne. "I grant he is a gay, jesting, drinking, and gambling fellow
in company; but, trust me, he is deep and dark as the Devil's cave
that I have seen in the Ottawa country. It goes story under story,
deeper and deeper, until the imagination loses itself in
contemplating the bottomless pit of it--that is Bigot, Le Gardeur."
"My censitaires report to me," remarked the Lady de Tilly, "that his
commissaries are seizing the very seed-corn of the country. Heaven
knows what will become of my poor people next year if the war
continue!"
"What will become of the Province in the hands of Francois Bigot?"
replied La Corne St. Luc. "They say, Philibert, that a certain
great lady at Court, who is his partner or patroness, or both, has
obtained a grant of your father's sequestered estate in Normandy,
for her relative, the Count de Marville.
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