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A Sister to Evangeline

Chapter II  Grl's Warning

Word Count: 896    |    Released on: 17/11/2017

have a dream rudely broken), "has Gr?l been prophesying woe; and I

ithfully prophesied evil to our fair land, no one knew. The reason of his madness-and the method which sometimes seemed to lurk beneath it-no one could confidently guess. At least, such ignorance in regard to this fantastic fool seemed general throughout the country. But there lay here and there a suspicion that the Black Abbé,

g light-blue eyes, the snowy tangle of his hair and beard. Only his pointed cap betrayed that its wearer dwelt not altogether beyond the pale of mutability. Its adornments seemed to recognize the seasons. I had seen it stuck with cornflowers in the summer, with golden-rod

easy fascination the first time I met its possessor. That little stick, which Gr?l wielded with 13authority as if it were a sceptre, still c

ce curiously with his gleaming eyes. "And meanwhile I have come. I think, monsieur,

choose his own time for speech. His eyes danced with a shifting, sharp light, and after thrusting his little wand at me

You think it is long coming? It is even now come. The shadow of the smoke

erewith to answer him. Then his eyes and hi

l!-with joy in your heart; and your joy ev

ck and his wand thrust at me with a suddenness that made me recoil in chil

or another's, there is an evil hand uplif

y in his carriage which all his grotesquerie of garb could not conceal, he left me to chew upon his words. As for the warning, that was surely plain enough. I was to go to Yvonne, and be by her in case of any need. The business thus laid upon me was altogether to my liking. But that pitying word

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““Revenant à la Belle Acadie”—the words sang themselves over and over in my brain, but I could get no further than that one line, try as I might. I felt that it was the beginning of a song which, if only I could imprison it in my rhyme, would stick in the hearts of our men of Acadie, and live upon their lips, and be sung at every camp and hearth fire, as “à la Claire Fontaine” is sung by the voyageurs of the St. Lawrence. At last I perceived, however, that the poem was living itself out at that moment in my heart, and did not then need the half-futile expression that words at best can give.”
1 Chapter I Paul Grande's Home-coming to Grand Pré2 Chapter II Grl's Warning3 Chapter III Charms and Counter-charms4 Chapter IV "Habet!"5 Chapter V The Black Abbé Defers6 Chapter VI A New England Englishman7 Chapter VII Guard!8 Chapter VIII The Moon in the Apple-bough9 Chapter IX In Sleep a King, but Waking, no such Matter10 Chapter X A Grand Pré Morning11 Chapter XI Father Fafard12 Chapter XII Le Fret at the Ferry13 Chapter XIII Unwilling to be Wise14 Chapter XIV Love Me, Love my Dog15 Chapter XV Ashes as it were Bread16 Chapter XVI The Way of a Maid17 Chapter XVII Memory is a Child18 Chapter XVIII For a Little Summer's Sleep19 Chapter XIX The Borderland of Life20 Chapter XX But Mad Nor-nor-west21 Chapter XXI Beauséjour, and After22 Chapter XXII Grl's Case23 Chapter XXIII At Gaspereau Lower Ford24 Chapter XXIV "If You Love Me, Leave Me"25 Chapter XXV Over Gaspereau Ridge26 Chapter XXVI The Chapel Prison27 Chapter XXVII Dead Days and Withered Dreams28 Chapter XXVIII The Ships of her Exile29 Chapter XXIX The Hour of her Desolation30 Chapter XXX A Woman's Privilege31 Chapter XXXI Young Will and Old Wisdom32 Chapter XXXII Aboard the "Good Hope"33 Chapter XXXIII The Divine Right of Queens34 Chapter XXXIV The Soul's Supremer Sense35 Chapter XXXV The Court in the Cabin36 Chapter XXXVI Sword and Silk37 Chapter XXXVII Fire in Ice38 Chapter XXXVIII Of Long Felicity, Brief Word