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"I still don't know what you mean."
"Aren't you engaged to Carnac Grier? Don't you think you're going to
marry him? . . . Don't you like to tell the truth, then?" she added.
Junia raised her eyebrows. "I'm not engaged to Carnac Grier, and he has
never asked me to marry him--but what business is it of yours,
ma'm'selle?"
"Come and I'll tell you." Luzanne moved towards the door. They were
speechless till they reached Luzanne's lodgings.
"This is the house of Monsieur Marmette, an agent of Monsieur Barouche,"
said Junia. "I know it."
"You'll know it better soon. The agent of M'sieu' Barouche is a man of
mark about here, and he'll be more marked soon--but yes!"
"You think Monsieur Barouche will be elected, do you?" asked Junia, as
they closed the door.
"I know he will."
"I've been working for Monsieur Grier, and that isn't my opinion."
"I'm working for Barode Barouche, and I know the result."
They were now in Luzanne's small room, and Junia noted that it had all
the characteristics of a habitant dwelling--even to the crucifix at the
head of the bed, and the picture of the French-Canadian Premier of the
Dominion on the wall. She also saw a rosary on a little hook beside the
bed.
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