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The Abbe’s Chamber.

           "Then,risingandextendinghishandwithanairofsolemnityovertheoldman’shead,heslowlyadded,"BythebloodofChristIswearnevertoleaveyouwhileyoulive."

           Fariagazedfondlyonhisnoble-minded,single-hearted,high-principledyoungfriend,andreadinhiscountenanceampleconfirmationofthesincerityofhisdevotionandtheloyaltyofhispurpose.

           "Thanks,"murmuredtheinvalid,extendingonehand."Iaccept.Youmayoneofthesedaysreaptherewardofyourdisinteresteddevotion.ButasIcannot,andyouwillnot,quitthisplace,itbecomesnecessarytofilluptheexcavationbeneaththesoldier’sgallery;hemight,bychance,hearthehollowsoundofhisfootsteps,andcalltheattentionofhisofficertothecircumstance.Thatwouldbringaboutadiscoverywhichwouldinevitablyleadtoourbeingseparated.Go,then,andsetaboutthiswork,inwhich,unhappily,Icanofferyounoassistance;keepatitallnight,ifnecessary,anddonotreturnheretomorrowtillafterthejailerhisvisitedme.Ishallhavesomethingofthegreatestimportancetocommunicatetoyou."

           Dantestookthehandoftheabbeinhis,andaffectionatelypressedit.Fariasmiledencouraginglyonhim,andtheyoungmanretiredtohistask,inthespiritofobedienceandrespectwhichhehadsworntoshowtowardshisagedfriend.

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