They all reverently bowed their heads and hearts. When she was again in his arms, he said to her:
"And now speak to your father, dearest. No other man in all this France could have done what he has done for me."
She laid her head upon her father's breast, as she had laid his poor head on her own breast, long, long ago. He was happy in the return he had made her, he was recompensed for his suffering, he was proud of his strength. "You must not be weak, my darling," he remonstrated; "don't tremble so. I have saved him."
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