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Already his generous interest had explored her pecuniary affairs, and his suggestions, too good to be ignored, had moulded them into better shape, and enlarged their net results. And he could tell how many eight-ounce tacks make a pound, and what electricity is, and could cure a wart in ten minutes, and recite "Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?" And this evening, the seventh since the storm, when for one weak moment she had allowed the conversation to drift toward wedlock, he had stated a woman's chances of marrying between the ages of fifteen and twenty, to wit, 14-1/2 per cent; and between thirty and thirty-five, 15-1/2. "Hah!" exclaimed Zosephine, her eyes flashing as they had not done in many a day, "'tis not dat way!--not in Opelousas!" "Arithmetically speaking!" the statistician quickly explained. He ventured to lay a forefinger on the back of her hand, but one glance of her eye removed it. "You see, that's merely arithmetically considered. Now, of course, looking at it geographically--why, of course! And--why, as to that, there are ladies"-- Madame Beausoleil rose, left Mr. Tarbox holding the yarn, and went down the hall, whose outer door had opened and shut. A moment later she entered the room again. "Claude!" Marguerite's heart sank. Her guess was right: the chief engineer had come. And early in the morning Claude was gone. CHAPTER V. FATHER AND SON. Such strange things storms do,--here purifying the air, yonder treading down rich harvests, now replenishing the streams, and now strewing shores with wrecks; here a blessing, there a calamity. See what this one had done for Marguerite! Well, what? She could not lament; she dared not rejoice. Oh! if she were Claude and Claude were she, how quickly-- She wondered how many miles a day she could learn to walk if she should start out into the world on foot to find somebody, as she had heard that Bonaventure had once done to find her mother's lover. There are no Bonaventures now, she thinks, in these decayed times. "Mamma,"--her speech was French,--"why do we never see Bonaventure? How far is it to Grande Pointe?" "Ah! my child, a hundred miles; even more." "And to my uncle Rosamond's,--Rosamond Robichaux, on Bayou Terrebonne?" "Fully as far, and almost the same journey." There was but one thing to be done,--crush Claude out of her heart. The storm had left no wounds on Grande Pointe. Every roof was safe, even th
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