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, Dryer. When you see Mr. Feuardent, tell him what was said between us."

"Good-by, Dr. Rondelet! good-by, marm! May the Lord have mercy on them both!" he added under his breath as the train with its scanty complement of passengers thundered out of the depot, laden with medicines, with garments, with food and money for the relief of the fever-stricken city, for which only three travellers were booked.