Gilbert Parker

“ Her face, brown as it was, shone with a white kind of light, which may, or may not, have come from the crucible of her eyes, where the tragedy of her life was fusing. Lawless could not bear to look long, for the fire that consumes a body and sets free a soul is not for the sight of the quick. ”

“ What is the good? To play with life, that is not much; but to play with a soul is more than a thousand lives. Look at Cynthie.”
He paused, and Lawless waited patiently. Presently Pierre continued:
Fingall was gentil; he would take off his hat to a squaw. It made no difference what others did; he didn't think—it was like breathing to him. How can you tell the way things happen? Cynthie's father kept the tavern at St. Gabriel's Fork, over against the great saw-mill. Fingall was foreman of a gang in the lumber-yard. Cynthie had a brother—Fenn. ”

“ Fenn had its bullet in his lungs, as we thought. So someone beside Cynthie touched her arm, pushing it down. But there was another shot, and this time, because of the push, the bullet lodged in Fingall's skull.”
Pierre paused now, and waved with his hand towards the mist which hung high up like a canopy between the hills.
“But,” said Lawless, not heeding the scene, “what about that sixth bullet?”
“Holy, it is plain! Fingall did not fire the shot. His revolver was full, every chamber, when Cynthie first took it.”
“Who killed the lad?” ”

“ But women—et puis, when a woman gets a man between her and the heaven above and the earth beneath, and there comes the great hunger, what is the good? A man cannot understand, but he can see, and he can fear. ”