This was the thing he had left the factory for, this was what had drawn
him, unconsciously perhaps, to the path along the river's bank, that
had made him follow deliberately the light trail of the girl into the
woods.
"Maren," he said, so thrilled that his words shook, "from this day
forth you are mine. Mine only and against the whole world. I have taken
you and you are mine."
He was full of his glory, dominating the dark eyes that had never left
his own, and his soul was big within him. He was still very much a boy,
this young factor, and the crowning moment of life had him in his grip.
He knew no fear, no thought of her next word or action touched him
until she, as deliberately as he had acted, reached up and took both
his hands from her shoulders.
"Adieu, M'sieu," said Maren Le Moyne quietly, the excitement of that
breathed "M'sieu! M'sieu!" quite lost in the calmness that was her
usual characteristic, and turning she walked away down the glen toward
the river bank, the little spots of sun dancing on her black head like
a leopard's gold as she passed in the checkered shade, and not once did
she turn her head to see the factor of De Seviere standing where she
had left him beside the forest giant.
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