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From: Edith Benson
Subject: [help-serveez] bye-bye
Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2006 08:20:01 +0900

It was not the young Bishops custom to do his shopping himself; hesent his valet. At the end of five years Jeanne renewed her vow of seclusion foranother five years. We couldnt have gone against it, but since it was behindus, I thought wed better get ahead. And there one big tree, a white pine, had blownover. You are very advanced in your theories of medicine, areyou not, Monsieur Auclair? The apothecarys kindly tone did not reassure Frichette. The limbs of the trees are generally bigger on the southside, for example. I will go there tomorrow, and I will tell you everything I hear. She replied: Ah, mon père, ma chambre est mon paradis terrestre;cest mon centre; cest mon élément. It was three days journey in to the Sault mission, and the goingwas bad. If anydish of a rich or delicate nature was brought her, she did not eatit, but fasted. Nevertheless, in his own way he was a sincere man. Jacques Le Ber no longer gave suppers on feast-days. Look,monsieur, can you do anything for that? He was glad to take up again theburdens he had once so gladly laid down. It was three days journey in to the Sault mission, and the goingwas bad. And now, Cécile, said her father, shall we tell Father Hectorour secret? Now I am here, what can you do for me, Monsieur Auclair? Cest jolie, la couleur, heobserved childishly. Auclair had never liked de Saint-Vallier. The limbs of the trees are generally bigger on the southside, for example. But not to carry canoes over portages, I guess? This was the first time he had ever come insidethe pharmacy. No, Monseigneur, I have not seen him since the mass on ChristmasEve. But by the mercy of God we met an Indian. Courage, mon bourgeois, I am going to give you a good medicine. TheNipissings dont come to the settlements much, and I know a littleof their language. They brought letters, too, for the ReverendMother at the Ursulines. Ah, his habits, youknow; one cannot interfere with them! I got to the mission late the third night and slept in a bed. She toldit over and over to little Jacques on his rare visits.

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