“Is not that the light of thy home—yonder against the bunch of firs?”
“Yes, yes, good father, they have put a light in the window. See, see, there are two lights. Ah, merci, merci, they both live! She hath had her hour! That was the sign our mother promised me.”
“Michel’s wife—ah, yes, Michel’s wife! Blessed be God. A moment, Gustave; let us kneel here...”
... “Monsieur, did you not see a white arrow shoot down the sky as the prayer ended?”
“My son, it was a falling star.”
“It seemed to have a tuft of fire.”
“Hast thou also the mind of a woman, Gustave?”
“I cannot tell. If it was not a human soul it was a world, and death is death.”
“Thou shalt think of life, Gustave. In thy nest there are two birds where was but one. Keep in thy heart the joy of life and the truth of love, and the White Omen shall be naught to thee.”
“May I say ‘thou’ as I speak?”