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The House of Morrel & Son.

           "

           "Sothatifthisfail"—

           "Iamruinedcompletelyruined!"

           "AsIwasonmywayhere,avesselwascomingintoport."

           "Iknowit,sir;ayoungman,whostilladherestomyfallenfortunes,passesapartofhistimeinabelvidereatthetopofthehouse,inhopesofbeingthefirsttoannouncegoodnewstome;hehasinformedmeofthearrivalofthisship."

           "Anditisnotyours?"

           "No,sheisaBordeauxvessel,LaGironde;shecomesfromIndiaalso;butsheisnotmine."

           "PerhapsshehasspokentothePharaon,andbringsyousometidingsofher?"

           "ShallItellyouplainlyonething,sir?Idreadalmostasmuchtoreceiveanytidingsofmyvesselastoremainindoubt.Uncertaintyisstillhope."TheninalowvoiceMorreladded"Thisdelayisnotnatural.ThePharaonleftCalcuttathe5thFebruary;sheoughttohavebeenhereamonthago."

           "Whatisthat?"saidtheEnglishman."Whatisthemeaningofthatnoise?"

           "Oh,oh!"criedMorrel,turningpale,"whatisit?"Aloudnoisewasheardonthestairsofpeoplemovinghastily,andhalf-stifledsobs.Morrelroseandadvancedtothedoor;buthisstrengthfailedhimandhesankintoachair.Thetwomenremainedoppositeoneanother,Morreltremblingineverylimb,thestrangergazingathimwithanairofprofoundpity.

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