Maria Chapdelaine by Louis Hémon
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in some sort consoled, released from anxiousness and doubt,
confident that a sure pact was then concluding with the Almighty for the blue skies of Paradise spangled with stars of gold as a rightful heritage. Afterwards the cure warmed himself by the stove; then they prayed together for a time, kneeling by the bed. Toward four o'clock the wind leaped to the south-east, and the storm ended swiftly as a broken wave sinks backward from the shore; in the strange deep silence after the tumult the mother sighed, sighed once again, and died. CHAPTER XV THAT WE PERISH NOT EPHREM SURPRENANT pushed open the door and stood upon the threshold. "I have come." He found no other words, and waited there motionless for a few seconds, tongue-tied, while his eyes travelled from Chapdelaine to Maria, from Maria to the children who sat very still and quiet by the table; then he plucked off his cap hastily, as if in amends for his forgetfulness, shut the door behind him and moved across to the bed where the dead woman lay. They had altered its place, turning the head to the wall and the foot toward the centre of the house, so that it might be approached |
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