Marcile

He had a true vision of beginning life again with Marcile.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

He was thinking how long it would take him to get to Marcile, when he was free.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

Bignold was the man who had taken Marcile away, first to the English province, then into the States, where he had lost track of them, then over to England.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

Marcile went from him, gather up the force and intelligence it had then, and come forward again to this supreme moment, with all that life's harsh experiences had done for it, with the education that misery and misdoing give.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

In the splendor of it all he had only raged and stormed, hating his fellow-man, waiting, however hopelessly, for the day when he should see Marcile and the man who had taken her from him.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

In all the years that had gone he had had an ungovernable desire to kill both Bignold and Marcile if he ever met them -- a primitive, savage desire to blot them out of life and being.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

Dead or alive, he was in Keeley's Gulch, the man who knew where Marcile was; and if he knew where Marcile was, and if she was alive, and he was outside these prison walls, what would he do to her?

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

That was an affair of _le bon Dieu_, and enough would be provided for them all as heretofore -- one could make little difference; and though Jacques was a very good match, considering his prospects and his favor with the lumber-king, Valloir had a kind of fear of him, and could not easily promise his beloved Marcile, the flower of his flock, to a man of whom the priest so strongly disapproved.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

All in a moment it came -- and stayed; and he spoke to her, to Marcile, that very night, and he spoke also to her father, Valloir the farrier, the next morning by lamplight, before he started for the woods.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897

But it was a new sort of Jacques Grassette who, that morning, spoke to him with the simplicity and eagerness of a child; and the suddenly conceived gift of a pony stallion, which every man in the parish envied Jacques, won Valloir over; and Jacques went "away back" with the first timid kiss of Marcile Valloir burning on his cheek.

Northern Lights Gilbert Parker 1897