Denise . ng why it should be a sin, had never-theless obeyed; but now, half unconsciously, thelong-suppressed wish escaped her. Denise rose upsoftly, went to the window, and signed to night was clear and balmy; stars were scatteredover all the sky. There might be a soul further offthan they ere long. Before the thought had wellpassed through her mind Gaston was at the door;she went to him, spoke a few low words, and ledhim to the bed-side. Lucile lay as if in profoundsleep, only sleep was never so still and a deep sighing wind came up through the pine-wood. The cure rose f
Denise . ng why it should be a sin, had never-theless obeyed; but now, half unconsciously, thelong-suppressed wish escaped her. Denise rose upsoftly, went to the window, and signed to night was clear and balmy; stars were scatteredover all the sky. There might be a soul further offthan they ere long. Before the thought had wellpassed through her mind Gaston was at the door;she went to him, spoke a few low words, and ledhim to the bed-side. Lucile lay as if in profoundsleep, only sleep was never so still and a deep sighing wind came up through the pine-wood. The cure rose from his knees. She isat rest! he said. Denise clasped Gastons hand,but he, throwing himself beside the bed, exclaimed, 176 DENISE. Lucile ! my Lucile ! come back to me ! Speakto me this once more, Lucile ! At the very gates of the grave she heard thatvoice. Her eyelids unclosed once more; her blueeyes sought his face; a smile of perfect happinesscame on her lips, and with that look on her faceLucile DENISE. 177
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