Seven generations of men have passed away since then. The house of
Repentigny has disappeared from their native land. Their name and
fame lie buried in oblivion, except in that little Chapel of the
Saints where their lamp still burns brightly as ever. The pious
nuns of St. Ursule, as the last custodians of the traditions of New
France, preserve that sole memorial of the glories and misfortunes
of the noble house,--the lamp of Repentigny.
Amelie and Heloise remained long in the Chapel of Saints, kneeling
upon the hard floor as they prayed with tears and sobs for the soul
of the Bourgeois and for God's pity and forgiveness upon Le Gardeur.
To Amelie's woes was added the terrible consciousness that, by this
deed of her brother, Pierre Philibert was torn from her forever.
She pictured to herself his grief, his love, his despair, perhaps
his vengeance; and to add to all, she, his betrothed bride, had
forsaken him and fled like a guilty thing, without waiting to see
whether he condemned her.
An hour ago Amelie had been the envy and delight of her gay
bridesmaids.
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