His anger rose fiercely at the sight of Angelique, and Le Gardeur
forgot for a moment that he was a gentleman, a man who had once
loved this woman. He struck her a blow, and passed on. It
shattered her last illusion. The proud, guilty woman still loved Le
Gardeur, if she loved any man. But she felt she had merited his
scorn. She staggered, and sat down on the steps of the Cathedral,
weeping the bitterest tears her eyes had ever wept in her life. She
never saw Le Gardeur again.
After the conquest of New France, Le Gardeur retired with the
shattered remnant of the army of France, back to their native land.
His sovereign loaded him with honors which he cared not for. He had
none to share them with now! Lover, sister, friends, all were lost
and gone! But he went on performing his military duties with an
iron rigor and punctuality that made men admire, while they feared
him. His life was more mechanical than human. Le Gardeur spared
neither himself nor others. He never married, and never again
looked with kindly eye upon a woman.
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