But my star of fortune was with me. One
day Silverbottle, an Indian, being in a murderous humour, put a bullet in
Pretty Pierre's leg, and would have added another, only I stopped it
suddenly. While in his bed he told me what he knew of the Malbroucks.
"This is the fashion of it. John and Audrey Malbrouck had come to Quebec
in the year 1865, and sojourned in the parish of St. Genevieve, in the
house of the mother of Pretty Pierre. Of an inquiring turn of mind, the
French half-breed desired to know concerning the history of these English
people, who, being poor, were yet gentle, and spoke French with a grace
and accent which was to the French-Canadian patois as Shakespeare's
English is to that of Seven Dials. Pierre's methods of inquisitiveness
were not strictly dishonest. He did not open letters, he did not besiege
dispatch-boxes, he did not ask impudent questions; he watched and
listened. In his own way he found out that the man had been a soldier in
the ranks, and that he had served in India. They were most attached to
the child, whose name was Marguerite.
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