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tell her the whole distressful story.html">story: but he dared not. He longed for
pocket, but thrust it back again. Tell this innocent girl the whole ugly
to put this world of French Canada behind him, and leave her free to
the place in the business which should be his; he had displaced him in
man who all her life had been strangely near and dear to her. With
said: "No-no-no. It can't be done--not yet."
"Then let Denzil help you. Here he is," she remarked, and she glanced
working in the garden of her father's house.
Carnac was master of himself again. "Not a bad idea," he said. "Denzil!
fluttered through the doorway of her home, and Carnac stopped beside
CHAPTER X
DENZIL TELLS HIS STORY
"You keep going, Denzil," remarked Carnac as he lighted his pipe and came
else is there to do? We must go on. There's no standing still in the
much as to express his own feelings. "Yes, that's right, m'sieu'; that's
bagosh!"
He realized that around Carnac there was a shadow which took its toll of
enough in his own eyes was the look in those of Carnac, a past, hovering
suffered; his knotted hands, dark with warm blood, had in them a story of
regret; his feet clung to the ground as though there was a great weight
face something almost beautiful, lifting the darkness from his powerful,
being. There was a legend that once he was about to be married, but the
thought it strange that a month later the eldest son of the Tarboe family
through his heart. No one had ever linked the death of Denzil's loved
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