Leon, on the floor by her side, found under his hand a ribbon of scarlet

silk. The boatman looked at it, and at last said-"Perhaps it belongs to the party I took out the other day. A lot

of jolly folk, gentlemen and ladies, with cakes, champagne,

cornets--everything in style! There was one especially, a tall handsome

man with small moustaches, who was that funny! And they all kept saying,

'Now tell us something, Adolphe--Dolpe,' I think."

She shivered.

"You are in pain?" asked Leon, coming closer to her.

"Oh, it's nothing! No doubt, it is only the night air."

"And who doesn't want for women, either," softly added the sailor,

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thinking he was paying the stranger a compliment.

Then, spitting on his hands, he took the oars again.

Yet they had to part. The adieux were sad. He was to send his letters to

Mere Rollet, and she gave him such precise instructions about a double

envelope that he admired greatly her amorous astuteness.

"So you can assure me it is all right?" she said with her last kiss.

"Yes, certainly."

"But why," he thought afterwards as he came back through the streets

alone, "is she so very anxious to get this power of attorney?"




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