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The Money Master, Complete

Chapter 2 "THE REST OF THE STORY TO-MORROW"

Word Count: 2747    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

not to close a bargain till compelled to do so, Jean Jacques sat with Carmen far forward on the deck, where the groaning Antoine br

Jean Jacques oratorically with a wave of

o go at noon-or soon after. Then the only memory of life would be of the gallop. No crawling in

es, "I want to know it all-to gallop, to trot, t

eplied, with a kindly, lurking smile, whic

ast," he ans

gument, for he was interesting when excited; when spurting out little geysers of other peop

, I unite, I adapt! It is all the nature of the mind, the far

stars that go round the sun. It is the same light, but not the same sound. I reconcile. In me all comes together like the spokes to the hub of a wheel. Me-I am a Christian, I am philosophe, also. In St. Saviour's, my home in Quebec, if the crops are good, what do men say? 'C'est le bon Dieu

s done breaks you or that which you love all to pieces. No, no, no, it is not religion, it is not philosophy that makes one raise the head whe

r breast was heaving, how her hands were clenched; for she was really busy with thoughts of

inute, and then the next minute we say, 'God guard you!' Always-always calling to something, for something outside ourselves. That is why I said Santa

father's sake, for what he could do for them both. She had no compunctions. She thought herself too good for him, in a way, for in her day men of place and mark had taken notice of her; and if it had not been for her Gonzales she would no doubt have listened to one of them sometime or another. She knew she had ability, even though

ome, without a friend-oh, my broken life

victim of dual forces which so fought for mastery with each other that, while the struggle went on, the soul had no firm foothold anywhere. That, indeed, wa

astened on hers and stayed thereabouts-ah, her face surely was like pictures he had seen in the Louvre that day when he h

has not my father tol

drid on political business-you at school-then the going of your mother, and you at home at the head of the house. So much on the young shoulders, the kitchen, the parlour, the market, the shop, society-and so on. That is the way it was, so he said, except in the last sad times, when your father, for

n was in her eyes. To that was added suddenly a certain tinge of recklessness and abandon in carriage and manne

e was ashamed. Yet from the first she had lent herself to the general imposture that they had fled from Spain for political reasons, having lost all and suffered greatly; and it was true while yet it was a lie. She had suffered, both her father and herself had suffered; she had been in danger, in agony, in sorrow, in despair-it was only untrue that they were of good birth and blood, and had had position and comfort and much money. Well, what harm

preservation was the thing which mattered. She wanted a bright fire, a good table, a horse, a cow, and all such simple things. She wanted a roof over her and a warm bed at night. She wanted a warm bed at night-but a warm bed at night alone. It was the price she would have to pay for her imposture, that if she had all these things, she could not be alone in the sleep-time. She had not thought of this in the days when she looked forward to a home with her Gonzal

er said. My mother was lovely to see, but not bigger than I was at twelve-so petite, and yet so perfect in form-like a

t Senorita," inter

ies, and all like a laugh with a tear in

ushed again with shame, for to lie about one's mother is a sickening thing, and her mother never had a spaniel or a pony-"the wome

ted Jean Jacques eagerly. "Tha

d to cry. Always, always she was singing till the time when my father became a rebel. Then she used to cry too; and she would sing no more; and when my father was put agains

ittle senor

t dead. The officer"-she did not say sergeant-"who commanded th

d with an oath, which binds closer than

ad. It had been all arranged except the awful thing, my mother's death. Who could foresee that? She ought to have been told; but who could guess that she would hear of it all, and come at the moment like that? So, that was the way

not arrest him again

of soldiers with regulation bullets. If he chose to come to life again, that was his own affair. The Government would take no not

the poor little senora, but my heart bleeds for her! To go like that in such pain, and not to know-If sh

fe for his banished king-what would he have thought if he had been told that Sebastian Dolores was an anarchist who

at once. "There was his duty to t

y at once. "There was his little girl, his beloved child, his C

the moment; pity was drowning all caution, all the Norman shrewdness in him, when the Antoine sudd

f the story to-morrow, Senorita," he cr

rse of her fortune. She said it with a voice also charged with fear; for she was by nature a landfarer, not a

w," she repeated,

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