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- Allons!” said he. Fortinbras, exhauste
- d in mind and soul, followed him. An
eeing a blanket, which Clothilde had used during her vigil, neatly folded by the femme de Journée and laid upon a wooden chair, he threw it over the recumbent Fortinbras. “Mon pauvre vt having s
eep.” The very weary man closed his eyes. Two hours later, the femme de journée appeared. Bigourdin, with his finger to his lips, pointed to the sleeper and told her to come in the moou do not
etty armchair for many hours, until Fortinbras awoke with a start “I must have fallen asleep,” he said. “I’m very sorry. What is the time?” Bigourdin pulled out his watch. “Midnr many yea