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The
rustling
of
a
gown
caused
him
to
turn
.
Mme.
Forestier
extended
both
her
hands
,
saying
:
"
How
kind
of
you
to
come
.
"
She
was
a
trifle
paler
and
thinner
,
but
still
as
bright
as
ever
,
and
perhaps
prettier
for
being
more
delicate
.
She
whispered
:
"
It
is
terrible
--
he
knows
he
can
not
be
saved
and
he
tyrannizes
over
me
.
I
have
told
him
of
your
arrival
.
But
where
is
your
trunk
?
"
Duroy
replied
:
"
I
left
it
at
the
station
,
not
knowing
which
hotel
you
would
advise
me
to
stop
at
,
in
order
to
be
near
you
.
"
She
hesitated
,
then
said
:
"
You
must
stop
here
,
at
the
villa
.
Your
chamber
is
ready
.
He
might
die
any
moment
,
and
if
it
should
come
in
the
night
,
I
would
be
alone
.
I
will
send
for
your
luggage
.
"
He
bowed
.
"
As
you
will
.
"
"
Now
,
let
us
go
upstairs
,
"
said
she
;
he
followed
her
.
She
opened
a
door
on
the
first
floor
,
and
Duroy
saw
a
form
near
a
window
,
seated
in
an
easy-chair
,
and
wrapped
in
coverlets
.
He
divined
that
it
was
his
friend
,
though
he
scarcely
recognized
him
.
Forestier
raised
his
hand
slowly
and
with
difficulty
,
saying
:
"
You
are
here
;
you
have
come
to
see
me
die
.
I
am
much
obliged
.
"
Duroy
forced
a
smile
.
"
To
see
you
die
?
That
would
not
be
a
very
pleasant
sight
,
and
I
would
not
choose
that
occasion
on
which
to
visit
Cannes
.
I
came
here
to
rest
.
"
