Your letter spoke of my father. What, in God's
name, have you to tell me of my father?"
La Corriveau withdrew her hand from the basket and replied, "He is
on his way to New France in search of you. He knows you are here,
lady."
"In Beaumanoir? Oh, it cannot be! No one knows I am here!"
exclaimed Caroline, clasping her hands in an impulse of alarm.
"Yes, more than you suppose, lady, else how did I know? Your father
comes with the King's letters to take you hence and return with you
to Acadia or to France." La Corriveau placed her hand in her
basket, but withdrew it again. It was not yet time.
"God help me, then!" exclaimed Caroline, shrinking with terror.
"But the Intendant; what said you of the Intendant?"
"He is ordered de par le Roi to give you up to your father, and he
will do so if you be not taken away sooner by the Governor."
Caroline was nigh fainting at these words. "Sooner! how sooner?"
asked she, faintly.
"The Governor has received orders from the King to search Beaumanoir
from roof to foundation-stone, and he may come to-morrow, lady, and
find you here.
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