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 herself. At this moment the door opened, and a man still young, tall,
with a curled beard, entered the room. "My son," Madame Cormier said.
"My brother Florentin, of whom we have spoken so often," Phillis said.
Florentin! Was he then becoming imbecile, that he had not thought the
voice of the man who bid him enter was that of Phillis's brother? Was he
so profoundly overwhelmed that such a simple reasoning was impossible to
him? Decidedly, it was important for him to go away as quickly as
possible; the journey would calm his nerves. "They wrote to me,"
Florentin said, "and since my return they have told me how good you were
to my mother. Permit me to thank you from a touched and grateful heart.
I hope that before long this gratitude will be something more than a
vain word." "Do not let us speak of that," Saniel said, looking at
Phillis with a frankness and an open countenance that reassured heron a
certain point. "It is I who am obliged to Madame Cormier. If the word
were not barbarous, I should say that her illness has been a good thing
for me." To turn the conversation, and because he wished to speak to
Phillis alone, he approached her table and talked