But keep it for me, for a week, or perhaps a fortnight, will you ?" He did not need all this paper to write letters upon, yet he meant to buy all the paper of this sort that the shop contained.

But he must get money from Louis Trudel--he would speak about it to-morrow.
"Monsieur does not want me to sell even the loose sheets ?" "No.

I like the paper, and I will take it all." "Very good, Monsieur." Her heart was beating hard.

All this man did had peculiar significance to her.

His look seemed to say: "Do not fear.