Gaston tied on the letter, which was drawn up.

"It is for you and not for me," said Dumesnil.

"Never mind, read it, and tell me what it is; I have no light, and it would lose time to send me one."

MADEMOISELLE DE LAUNAY.—Page [538.]

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"You permit me?"

"Certainly."

A moment's silence.