May 31, 2020 | 0 Comments
Melissande [to Delphine]: We are the mothers of New France.
Melissande [to Delphine]: We are the mothers of New France.
Mathilde [to Bouchard]: A wise man would run Mr. Cooke out of Wobik, put things in order before it is on your head.
Trepagny: I was illuminating them, Mother. Mother Supreme: Illuminating? I will have them double their prayers.
Cooke: God is watching. He can see us even in this speck of a town. Gus’s widow: Then he can see what you have done.
Delphine: Maybe it is your boasting that arouses them. Trepagny: Truthfully, Delphine, I fear it is my hat.
Trepagny: Let the tournament of love begin!
Cooke: What happened at the inn was a tragedy and Captain Bouchard will see to it and set it right, I’m sure. Hamish: The captain is…
Cooke [to Duquet]: You hold forth weeds and you burble empty words. You defile my departed’s grave with your idiocy.
Melissande [to Delphine]: If you put your mind to it, you can remake yourself here.
Trepagny [to Sel]: It is the fear of departing this realm without leaving a mark. You must do better than this dead brother. You must set…