“Keel!” and his voice thrilled with anger.
“An’—an’ toi, Jules?” Her voice trembled, and she gazed steadily into the deep gray eyes.
Verbaux smiled, and kissed the thin hand that caressed his forehead.
“Moi? Je suis content!”
THE END
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