For that it should be removed was the determination of every man present.

Virtue was at its supreme height in Pontiac that day.

Lajeunesse the blacksmith, Muroc the charcoal-man, and twenty others were as intent upon preserving a high standard of morality, by force of arms, as if another Tarquin were harbouring shame and crime in this cedar shed.
The whole thing came home to Francois with a choking, smothering force.
Art, now in its very birth in his heart and life, was to be garroted.
He had been unconscious of all the wicked things said about him: now he knew all! "Remove the canvas from the figure," said the Cure sternly.

Stubbornness and resentment filled Francois's breast.

He did not stir.
"Do you oppose the command of the Church ?" said the Cure, still more severely.