"You see," he said, "her
trust was in your friend, not in my office. Well, presently she added:
'I know that Monsieur Iberville and Mr. Gering, for a foolish quarrel of
years ago, still are cherished foes. I wish your help to make them both
happier; for no man can be happy and hate.' And I gave my word to do
so." Here Perrot chuckled to himself and interjected softly: "Mon Dieu!
she could make a man say anything at all. I would have sworn to her that
while I lived I never should fight. Eh, that's so!"
"Allons!" said Iberville impatiently, yet grasping the arm of the
woodsman kindly.
The abbe once more went on: "When she had ended questioning I said to
her: 'And what message shall I give from you?' 'Tell him,' she answered,
'by the right of lifelong debt I ask for peace.' 'Is that all?' said I.
'Tell him,' she added, 'I hope we may meet again.' 'For whose sake,'
said I, 'do you ask for peace?' 'I am a woman,' she answered, 'I am
selfish--for my own sake.'"
Again the priest paused, and again Iberville urged him.
"I asked if she had no token. There was a flame in her eye, and she
begged me to excuse her. When she came back she handed me a little
packet. 'Give it to Monsieur Iberville,' she said, 'for it is his.
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