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Show 140 PRINCESS MARYS (HF'I‘ BOOK his eap he stainmered excitedly. " Dis hon soir. helm! Je vous rcmereis inille-l'ois, nia‘niselle: 'ie reviendrai l" He wheeled his piano to the shed where he kept it under eover at night. and carried I'Vleur-de-lis home on his arm. After he had undressed her and laid her in her crib. he took a erueifix from a drawer where. in a moment of bitterness. he had hidden it the day before. and, kissing it. restored it to its aeeustomed place, above the head of his bed. And the anniversary of Marie‘s death did not go out in utter black- ness alter all ; nor was it entirely heeause of the two pieees of silver that had unexpectedly swelled the days receipts. He had felt the magie of a friendly \‘oiee: the beautiful little lady had spoken to him in his native tongue: she had drawn a fragment of his storv from him. and thus relieved the "eight at his heart : she had smiled oil the child. and kissed her: she had asked him to come again. And as he fell asleep he whispered, " Merci. mille-tbis. ma‘mselle : ie reviendrai." .g Kg \; ;\ xi? "‘3 "WW! ‘ .V m 11W". Wurwwt‘ > . Mara," .r- um, LL, |