The Maid of the Whispering Hills by Vingie E. (Vingie Eve) Roe
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and commands.
"But I had nigh forgot, so unused am I to society and the usages thereof,"--he said, turning back with an engaging smile, "Alfred de Courtenay, known in that world across the water; and which my taste, or that of itself, more properly speaking, has caused me to forswear for some length of time, as Mad Alfred, I am, M'sieu--?" "Anders McElroy," supplied the other, "and factor of Fort de Seviere." "Monsieur le facteur, your servant, of French lineage, English nativity, and adventurous spirit." With a motion indescribably graceful he swept off his wide hat and executed a bow which in itself was proof of his gentleness. "And now, M'sieu, lead on to those delights of rest and converse which your hospitality hath so graciously promised." Leaving his company to beach and store for the night the canoes with their loads of merchandise, under the direction of his aide or lieutenant whom he introduced to the factor as John Ivrey, a young man of fine presence, Alfred de Courtenay walked beside McElroy up the gentle slope of the river bank, entered the great eastern gate of the post, not without an appreciative glance at its massive strength and at the well-nigh impregnable thickness of the stockade, the well-placed surveillance of the towering bastions, and thus up the way between the cabins to the door of the factory, open and inviting. "Mother of God, M'sieu!" he said with a copious sigh; "what it is to |
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