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hearing. ‘WVould you like to come back to the
palace, Amande? Monsieur and I are going to
America,” she added hastily, as Amande’s pale
cheeks flooded with crimson, “but we want to
leave the house open, and (she took a little step
forward) we want to leave it with a housekeeper
Whom we can trust. Would you like to come and
take care of the palace, Amanda?”

“Madame!” Amande had fallen on her knees,
snatched Dorofée’s hand with a little sobbing
cry; behind that cry there was a piteous appeal—
not to suggest this plan of heaven, only to use
it for new torture.

“Then it is settled.” Dorofée heard the appeal
and winced at it; yes, it was true, she winced.
“And you must come to-morrow—as early as she
can (she turned to the patron) because We are
sailing the next day, and there are many things I
must tell you about; that I must leave in your
care. So ” she looked with a strange satis-
faction at the radiant face raised now Worship-
fully to her.

The patron had ceased to rub his hands and
stood gaping. Amande, housekeeper at a palace
-—a person of position, sacré bleu/ He must
have another look at the girll

“Madame is kind like an angel,” the girl was