The notary's nose;

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shall never forget again,'Monsieur, you
have a daughter, Mile. Claire Auvray; I
saw her last summer at the Ems Springs
with her mother; I love her; she has
given me abundant proof that she loves
me, and if you are not afraid that I will
get sick again, I have the honor to ask you
for her hand.'"
The doctor only made a little motion of
the head, but Claire passed her arm around
the convalescent's neck, and kissed him on
the forehead. I care for no other reply
when I make a similar demand.
The same day, M. Morlot, calmer and
freed from the strait-jacket, got up at
eight in the morning. On getting out of
bed, he took his slippers, turned them
over and over, shook them carefully, and
passed them to the nurse, begging him to
see if they did not contain thirty thousand
francs income. Not till then would he
consent to put them on. He combed him