Annette, the Metis Spy by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins
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"Welcome mademoiselle;--is he safe?"
"Oui Julie. He is now--they are now--in Fort Pitt." "Bon, Bon! To-morrow all the warriors upon the plain and all the Breeds arise; and your father leads them. Oh, such throngs as came around our house since you went away mademoiselle, beating drums, dancing in the ring, and singing chansons de guerre. And, O mademoiselle, there was among the Crees one chief, so tall, and so noble-looking; and he will some day come back again to, to--see me." She squirmed very gently, and poised upon one dainty foot, till her pretty hip curved outward; and she pecked at her little forefinger with her rosy mouth as she made this pretty speech: "I think I like the chief so much mademoiselle; I know he is brave, and I do not think that he is altogether un sauvage." "Oh! has my little Julie lost her heart? I hope your chief has left a little for me." "I like mon chef, a good deal, but I love mademoiselle better than anybody in the world;" and the sweet, round, dimpled little maiden put her smooth arms closely and tenderly about the neck of her mistress. "But how came about this sudden captivation of heart?" They were now in Annette's sweet tasty bed chamber, fresh and cool with the night air, and delicately fragrant with the breath of prairie flowers. "You will not wonder when I tell you mademoiselle. You know I went away, shortly after the arrival of the warriors, to the little gray |
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