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He entered the house. Solange followed him; but she, too, pressed my hand before she entered. In ten minutes the door was reopened. "Well?" I asked. "Your friend," she said, "is worthy of his name; he is as kind and considerate as yourself. He knows that it will contribute to my happiness to remain with my father until the moment of departure. His sister has ordered a bed placed in her room. To-morrow at three o'clock my father will be out of danger. To-morrow evening at ten I shall expect you in the Rue Ferou, if the gratitude of a daughter who owes her father's life to you is worth the trouble." "Oh, be sure I shall come. Did your father charge you with any message for me?" "He thanks you for your pass, which he returns to you, and begs you to join him as soon as possible." "Whenever it may be your desire to go," I said, with a strange sensation at my heart. "At least, I must know where I am to join him," she said. "Ah, you are not yet rid of me!" I seized her hand and pressed it against my heart, but she offered me her brow, as on the previous evening, and said: "Until to-morrow." I kissed her on the brow; but now I no longer strained her hand against my breast, but her heaving bosom, her throbbing heart.

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