To turn from error, is not that
always wisdom?"
But Jeanne only shrugged her shoulders, and held out her hands for
the baby. "It is naught to me," said she. "We are happy here
under this roof, are we not?"
"Precisely. We are safe here. That child yonder is safe here.
But how long shall we be safe if there are not those to keep this
roof protected? The law, Jeanne,--the Justice, back of the
law,--are these things of no interest to you?"
"At least, when it comes to roofs," reiterated Jeanne. "Monsieur
Dunwodee has pulled down his roof about his ear."
"Yes! Yes! Thank God! And so did Samson pull down the pillars
about him when he had back his strength!"
"Madame has given me occasion to disappear," rejoined Jeanne, with
a resigned shrug. "I do not always find myself able to follow the
lofty thought of madame. But, at least, for these people of St.
Genevieve there is no doubt. They have argue' among theirself.
The vote here is against Monsieur Dunwodee.
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