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'In my position, I ought to watch over your brother's last moments. "Mamma continued: 'I will send for Abbe Poivron and ask his advice, and then I will go to my brother with the abbe and Roger. Remain here, Paul, for you must not compromise yourself; but a woman can, and ought to do these things. For a politician in your position, it is another matter.
"Then the Abbe Poivron administered the last sacraments to my uncle with all the customary prayers, and remitted all his sins, while my mother sobbed as she knelt near her brother. Suddenly, however, she exclaimed: 'He recognized me; he pressed my hand; I am sure he recognized me!!! and that he thanked me! Oh, God, what happiness! "Poor mamma!
'Oh! yes, madame; he will not be here long. 'Does he seem disposed to receive a visit from a priest? 'Oh! I do not think so. 'Can I see him? 'Well yes madame only only those young ladies are with him. 'What young ladies? 'Why why his lady friends, of course. 'Oh! Mamma had grown scarlet, and the Abbe Poivron had lowered his eyes.
"A crusade was therefore immediately decided upon, which was to be led by the Abbe Poivron, a little, fat, clean, priest with a faint perfume about him, a true vicar of a large church in a noble and rich quarter. "The landau was ordered and we all three set out, my mother, the cure and I, to administer the last sacraments to my uncle.
'Oh! yes, Madame; he will not be here long. 'Does he seem disposed to receive a visit from a priest? 'Oh! I do not think so. 'Can I see him? 'Well ... yes ... Madame ... only ... only ... those young ladies are with him. 'What young ladies? 'Why ... why ... his lady friends, of course. 'Oh! Mamma had grown scarlet, and the Abbé Poivron had lowered his eyes.
"Then the Abbé Poivron administered the last sacrament to my uncle with all the customary prayers and remitted all his sins, while my mother sobbed, kneeling near her brother. Suddenly, however, she exclaimed: 'He recognized me; he pressed my hand; I am sure he recognized me!!!... and that he thanked me! Oh, God, what happiness! "Poor Mamma!
It would be a fine thing for one of your opponents to be able to bring one of your most laudable actions up against you. 'You are right, my father said. 'Do as you think best, my dear wife. "A quarter of an hour, later, the Abbe Poivron came into the drawing-room, and the situation was explained to him, analyzed and discussed in all its bearings.
'Oh! yes, madame; he will not be here long. 'Does he seem disposed to receive a visit from a priest? 'Oh! I do not think so. 'Can I see him? 'Well yes madame only only those young ladies are with him. 'What young ladies? 'Why why his lady friends, of course. 'Oh! Mamma had grown scarlet, and the Abbe Poivron had lowered his eyes.
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