'Is there no chance at all, at all?' he whispered, but I could give
him no hope. He immediately rose, and pulling himself together, stood
perfectly quiet.
A new terror seized upon the mother.
'My baby is not--what you call it?' going through the form of baptism.
'An' he will not come to la sainte Vierge,' she said, crossing herself.
'Do not fear for your little one,' said Mrs. Mavor, still with her arms
about her. 'The good Saviour will take your darling into His own arms.'
But the mother would not be comforted by this. And Slavin too, was
uneasy.
'Where is Father Goulet?' he asked.
'Ah! you were not good to the holy pere de las tam, Michael,' she
replied sadly. 'The saints are not please for you.'
'Where is the priest?' he demanded.
'I know not for sure. At de Landin', dat's lak.'
'I'll go for him,' he said. But his wife clung to him, beseeching him
not to leave her, and indeed he was loth to leave his little one.
I found Craig and told him the difficulty. With his usual promptness, he
was ready with a solution.
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