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Madame de Saint–Meran.

           "Doyouwishtoseeher?"Noirtieragainmadeanaffirmativesign."Well,theyhavegonetofetchher,nodoubt,fromMadamedeMorcerf’s;Iwillawaitherreturn,andbeghertocomeuphere.Isthatwhatyouwishfor?"

           "Yes,"repliedtheinvalid.

           Barrois,therefore,aswehaveseen,watchedforValentine,andinformedherofhergrandfather’swish.Consequently,ValentinecameuptoNoirtier,onleavingMadamedeSaint–Meran,whointhemidstofhergriefhadatlastyieldedtofatigueandfallenintoafeverishsleep.Withinreachofherhandtheyplacedasmalltableuponwhichstoodabottleoforangeade,herusualbeverage,andaglass.Then,aswehavesaid,theyounggirlleftthebedsidetoseeM.Noirtier.Valentinekissedtheoldman,wholookedatherwithsuchtendernessthathereyesagainfilledwithtears,whosesourceshethoughtmustbeexhausted.Theoldgentlemancontinuedtodwelluponherwiththesameexpression."Yes,yes,"saidValentine,"youmeanthatIhaveyetakindgrandfatherleft,doyounot."Theoldmanintimatedthatsuchwashismeaning."Ah,yes,happilyIhave,"repliedValentine."Withoutthat,whatwouldbecomeofme?"

           Itwasoneo’clockinthemorning.Barrois,whowishedtogotobedhimself,observedthataftersuchsadeventseveryonestoodinneedofrest.Noirtierwouldnotsaythattheonlyrestheneededwastoseehischild,butwishedhergood-night,forgriefandfatiguehadmadeherappearquiteill.

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