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On the way he turned to her and said: "You are Madame Lecyr?" "I am as he left me," she replied timidly, but with a kind of pride, too. "Don't mistake me," he said. "I thought perhaps you had been married since."
On the way he turned to her and said: "You are Madame Lecyr?" "I am as he left me," she replied timidly, but with a kind of pride, too. "Don't mistake me," he said. "I thought perhaps you had been married since."
He came once more to the house of Madame Lecyr, and being admitted, said to her: "You must come at once with me." She trembled towards him. "He is worse he is dying!" He smiled. "Not dying at all. He needs you; come along. I'll tell you as we go." But she hung back. Then he told her all he had seen and heard the evening before. Without a word further she prepared to go.
"Let us talk," he said, "of of the Code Napoleon." The next morning Medallion visited St. Jean in the hills. Five years before he had sold to a new-comer at St. Jean-Madame Lecyr the furniture of a little house, and there had sprung up between them a quiet friendship, not the less admiring on Medallion's part because Madame Lecyr was a good friend to the poor and sick.
On the fly-leaf was written: "From Victor to Lulie, September 13th, 18-." Presently she came back to him quite recovered and calm, inquired how the Avocat was cared for, and hoped he would have every comfort and care. Medallion grew on the instant bold. He was now certain that Victor was the Avocat, and Lulie was Madame Lecyr.
He came once more to the house of Madame Lecyr, and being admitted, said to her: "You must come at once with me." She trembled towards him. "He is worse he is dying!" He smiled. "Not dying at all. He needs you; come along. I'll tell you as we go." But she hung back. Then he told her all he had seen and heard the evening before. Without a word further she prepared to go.
On the fly-leaf was written: "From Victor to Lulie, September 13th, 18-." Presently she came back to him quite recovered and calm, inquired how the Avocat was cared for, and hoped he would have every comfort and care. Medallion grew on the instant bold. He was now certain that Victor was the Avocat, and Lulie was Madame Lecyr.
"Let us talk," he said, "of of the Code Napoleon." The next morning Medallion visited St. Jean in the hills. Five years before he had sold to a new-comer at St. Jean-Madame Lecyr the furniture of a little house, and there had sprung up between them a quiet friendship, not the less admiring on Medallion's part because Madame Lecyr was a good friend to the poor and sick.
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