Then I took you, Pierre, and I knew I wasn't no sort of a man to raise up the son of Irene; so I brought you to Father Victor on a winter night and left you in his arms.

That was after I'd done my best to raise you and you was just about old enough to chatter a bit.

There wasn't nothing else to do.

My wife, she went pretty near crazy when I brought you home.

And she'd of killed you, Pierre, if I hadn't took you away.
"You see, I was married before I met Irene.