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— 12 SHALED LIPS. placed on the track at the approach of a train.” “Come,” said Antoine, smiling, “you will not find the ordeal so hard as you think.” But he did not conduct his friend into the street. He raised a por- tiere, and they entered a room brightly ighted and heated by a fire. “T have moved since your departure,” said he. “But in this house, as well as the other, you have your room. Here, the sameas there, you are at home. Sleep well, dear Patrice; thanks for the great happiness that you have given me this even- ing. Goto sleep quickly, for | warn you I shall not let you sleep long. As for me, I shall not shut my eyes.” O’Farrell, without listening to his host, looked about him with an air of suspicion. “Go,” sighed he, “my hallucination still con- tinues. But do not imagine that I shall be caught. I know very well that this room isa cabin, that this bed that looks so large and sumptuous is only a berth where I shall soon hear my companion, the Liverpool merchant, snoring only ten inches above my head. Good-night, I shall goto sleep at once, for fear of waking up entirely.” A short time after the young man was asleep, for the first time in five years, upon a pillow and a good bed in dear France. And strangest of all, the only vision he had before him as he slept was the beauti- ful Adossides of whom he had not spoken a word to Godefroid, | Eomichbooksscom