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The House of Morrel & Son.

           Thenoisehadceased;butitseemedthatMorrelexpectedsomethingsomethinghadoccasionedthenoise,andsomethingmustfollow.Thestrangerfanciedheheardfootstepsonthestairs;andthatthefootsteps,whichwerethoseofseveralpersons,stoppedatthedoor.Akeywasinsertedinthelockofthefirstdoor,andthecreakingofhingeswasaudible.

           "Thereareonlytwopersonswhohavethekeytothatdoor,"murmuredMorrel,"CoclesandJulie."Atthisinstanttheseconddooropened,andtheyounggirl,hereyesbathedwithtears,appeared.Morrelrosetremblingly,supportinghimselfbythearmofthechair.Hewouldhavespoken,buthisvoicefailedhim."Oh,father!"saidshe,claspingherhands,"forgiveyourchildforbeingthebearerofeviltidings."

           Morrelagainchangedcolor.Juliethrewherselfintohisarms.

           "Oh,father,father!"murmuredshe,"courage!"

           "ThePharaonhasgonedown,then?"saidMorrelinahoarsevoice.Theyounggirldidnotspeak;butshemadeanaffirmativesignwithherheadasshelayonherfather’sbreast.

           "Andthecrew?"askedMorrel.

           "Saved,"saidthegirl;"savedbythecrewofthevesselthathasjustenteredtheharbor."Morrelraisedhistwohandstoheavenwithanexpressionofresignationandsublimegratitude."Thanks,myGod,"saidhe,"atleastthoustrikestbutmealone."AtearmoistenedtheeyeofthephlegmaticEnglishman.

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