I rose instantly and
hastened to the house of the Bourgeois, where its good master lay
dead in his bloody vesture. I cannot describe the sad sight,
Amelie! I there learned that the Governor and La Corne St. Luc had
been to the house of the Bourgeois and had returned to the Castle."
"Oh, aunt, did you see him? Did you see the good old Bourgeois?
And you know he is dead?"
"Yes, Amelie, I saw him, and could have wished my eyesight blasted
forever after. Do not ask me more."
"But I must, aunt! Did you see--oh, why may I not yet utter his
dear name?--did you see Pierre?"
"Yes, Amelie. Pierre came home unexpectedly while I was weeping
over the dead corpse of his father. Poor Pierre! my own sorrows
were naught to his silent grief! It was more terrible than the
wildest outburst of passion I ever saw!"
"And what did he say? Oh, aunt, tell me all! Do not spare me one
word, however bitter! Did he not curse you? Did he not curse me?
And above all, Le Gardeur? Oh, he cursed us all; he heaped a
blasting malediction upon the whole house of Repentigny, did he
not?"
"Amelie, be composed! Do not look at me so wildly with these dear
eyes, and I will tell you.
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