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On
their
way
home
along
the
gulf
a
cool
breeze
suddenly
sprang
up
,
and
the
invalid
began
to
cough
.
At
first
it
was
nothing
,
only
a
slight
attack
,
but
it
grew
worse
and
turned
to
a
sort
of
hiccough
--
a
rattle
;
Forestier
choked
,
and
every
time
he
tried
to
breathe
he
coughed
violently
.
Nothing
quieted
him
.
He
had
to
be
carried
from
the
landau
to
his
room
.
The
heat
of
the
bed
did
not
stop
the
attack
,
which
lasted
until
midnight
.
The
first
words
the
sick
man
uttered
were
to
ask
for
a
barber
,
for
he
insisted
on
being
shaved
every
morning
.
He
rose
to
be
shaved
,
but
was
obliged
to
go
to
bed
at
once
,
and
began
to
breathe
so
painfully
that
Mme.
Forestier
in
affright
woke
Duroy
and
asked
him
to
fetch
the
doctor
.
He
returned
almost
immediately
with
Dr.
Gavant
who
prescribed
for
the
sick
man
.
When
the
journalist
asked
him
his
opinion
,
he
said
:
"
It
is
the
final
stage
.
He
will
be
dead
to-morrow
morning
.
Prepare
that
poor
,
young
wife
and
send
for
a
priest
.
I
can
do
nothing
more
.
However
,
I
am
entirely
at
your
disposal
"
Duroy
went
to
Mme.
Forestier
.
"
He
is
going
to
die
.
The
doctor
advises
me
to
send
for
a
priest
.
What
will
you
do
?
"
She
hesitated
a
moment
and
then
said
slowly
:
"
I
will
go
and
tell
him
that
the
cure
wishes
to
see
him
.
Will
you
be
kind
enough
to
procure
one
who
will
require
nothing
but
the
confession
,
and
who
will
not
make
much
fuss
?
"
The
young
man
brought
with
him
a
kind
,
old
priest
who
accommodated
himself
to
circumstances
.
When
he
had
entered
the
death
chamber
,
Mme.
Forestier
went
out
and
seated
herself
with
Duroy
in
an
adjoining
room
.
"
That
has
upset
him
,
"
said
she
.
"
When
I
mentioned
the
priest
to
him
,
his
face
assumed
a
scared
expression
.
He
knew
that
the
end
was
near
.
I
shall
never
forget
his
face
.
"
At
that
moment
they
heard
the
priest
saying
to
him
:
"
Why
no
,
you
are
not
so
low
as
that
.
You
are
ill
,
but
not
in
danger
.
The
proof
of
that
is
that
I
came
as
a
friend
,
a
neighbor
.
"
They
could
not
hear
his
reply
.
The
priest
continued
:
"
No
,
I
shall
not
administer
the
sacrament
.
We
will
speak
of
that
when
you
are
better
.
If
you
will
only
confess
,
I
ask
no
more
.
I
am
a
pastor
;
I
take
advantage
of
every
occasion
to
gather
in
my
sheep
.
"
A
long
silence
followed
.
Then
suddenly
the
priest
said
,
in
the
tone
of
one
officiating
at
the
altar
:
"
The
mercy
of
God
is
infinite
;
repeat
the
'
Confiteor
,
'
my
son
.
Perhaps
you
have
forgotten
it
;
I
will
help
you
.
Repeat
with
me
:
'
Confiteor
Deo
omnipotenti
;
Beata
Mariae
semper
virgini
.
'
"
He
paused
from
time
to
time
to
permit
the
dying
man
to
catch
up
to
him
.
