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Camille by Alexandre Dumas fils
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the thirst of the fever, a sleepless night's dream, a moment's
delirium; but though I were to become a Trappist, like M. de
Rance', after having seen, I will see."

"I understand," I said to Armand, "and I am at your service. Have
you seen Julie Duprat?"

"Yes, I saw her the day I returned, for the first time."

"Did she give you the papers that Marguerite had left for you?"

Armand drew a roll of papers from under his pillow, and
immediately put them back.

"I know all that is in these papers by heart," he said. "For
three weeks I have read them ten times over every day. You shall
read them, too, but later on, when I am calmer, and can make you
understand all the love and tenderness hidden away in this
confession. For the moment I want you to do me a service."

"What is it?"

"Your cab is below?"

"Yes.

"Well, will you take my passport and ask if there are any letters
for me at the poste restante? My father and sister must have
written to me at Paris, and I went away in such haste that I did
not go and see before leaving. When you come back we will go
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