The
two women understood one another well enough not to pry too closely
into each other's secrets.
On this occasion La Corriveau was more than usually reserved, and
while Mere Malheur eagerly detailed to her all the doings and
undoings that had happened in her circle of acquaintance, she got
little information in return. She shrewdly concluded that La
Corriveau had business on hand which would not bear to be spoken of.
"When you need my help, ask for it without scruple, Dame Dodier,"
said the old crone. "I see you have something on hand that may need
my aid. I would go into the fire to serve you, although I would not
burn my finger for any other woman in the world, and you know it."
"Yes, I know it, Mere Malheur," La Corriveau spoke with an air of
superiority, "and you say rightly: I have something on hand which I
cannot accomplish alone, and I need your help, although I cannot
tell you yet how or against whom."
"Is it a woman or a man? I will only ask that question, Dame
Dodier," said the crone, turning upon her a pair of green,
inquisitive eyes.
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