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THE RETURN OF THE TAILOR.
Twenty minutes later the tailor was lying in his bed, breathing, but still unconscious, the Notary, M'sieu', and the doctor of the next parish, who by chance was in Chaudiere, beside him.

Charley's face was drawn and haggard with pain, for he had helped to carry old Louis to bed, though every motion of his arms gave him untold agony.

In the doorway stood Rosalie and Margot Patry.
"Will he live ?" asked the Notary.
The doctor shook his head.

"A few hours, perhaps.