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misfortune," he said, "that this fever didn't
come to his uncle; it would have cured
him!"
He pulled the bell. The maid-servant
ran in, and then Mme. Auvray, whom
Francois scarcely recognized, so much
was he overcome. The sick man had
to be put to bed, and that without delay.
Claire offered her chamber and her bed.
It was a pretty little couch with white
curtains; a tiny chamber and chastely
attractive, upholstered in pink percale,
and blooming with great bunches of
heather, in azure vases. On the mantle
appeared a large onyx cup. This was
the only present which Claire had received from her lover. If you are taken
with fever, dear reader, I wish you such
a sick-room.
While they were giving the first cares
to Francois, his uncle, beside himself, flurried around the chamber, getting into the