I have the power." "I have the power to prevent arrest, and I will prevent it, monsieur.
You alone of all this parish, I believe of all this province, turn a sour face, a sour heart, to me.

I regret it, but I do not fear it." "I will have you in custody, or there is no law in Quebec," was the acrid set-out.
Valmond's face was a feverish red now, and he made an impatient gesture.
Both men had bitter hearts, for both knew well that the touchstone of this malice was Madame Chalice.

Hatred looked out of their eyes.

It was, each knew, a fight to the dark end.
"There is not law enough to justify you, monsieur," answered Valmond quickly.
"Be persuaded, monsieur," urged the member to Valmond, with a persuasive, smirking gesture.
"All this country could not persuade me; only France can do that; and first I shall persuade France," he answered, speaking to his old cue stoutly.
"Mummer!" broke out De la Riviere.

"By God, I will arrest you now!" He stepped forward, putting his hand in his breast, as if to draw a weapon, though, in truth, it was a summons.
Like lightning the dwarf shot in between, and a sword flashed up at De la Riviere's breast.
"I saved your father's life, but I will take yours, if you step farther, dear Seigneur," he said coolly.
Valmond had not stirred, but his face was pale again.
"That will do, Parpon," he said quietly.