Monsieur De Camors — Volume 3 by Octave Feuillet
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page 111 of 111 (100%)
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He appeared to make a painful effort, and his look indicated a large
sealed letter lying on the bed. She took it, and read on the envelope- "To my son." "I promise you," she said, again, falling on her knees, and moistening the sheet with her tears. He extended his hand toward her. "Thanks!" was all he said. Her tears flowed faster. She set her lips on this hand already cold. When she raised her head, she saw at the same instant the eyes of Camors slightly moist, rolling wildly--then extinguished! She uttered a cry, threw herself on the bed, and kissed madly those eyes still open--yet void of light forever! Thus ended Camors, who was a great sinner, but nevertheless a MAN! |
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