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the vine festooned around the cabin : Philip was gone for a
moment, and returned with the only ripe bunch he could find.
The count seized it with joy, but he was still so feeble that
he could not raise it to his-mouth. He gave i! back to
Philip, and begged him to put it to his lips. The latter
obeyed him, and complied with his every whim most pa-
tiently.

The count’s delirium soon changed into a prefound le-
thargy, and he remained motionless and insensible that
night and part of the next day.

Philip, who continued at intervals to bathe his hands
and his face, perceived, by the painful quivering of his lips,
that he was in want of drink, Raising his head, and
resting it on his breast, he held to his lips a shell filled
with cocoa milk, mixed with linden tea. The count drank
greedily of this delicious beverage, and opening his eyes
soon after, endeavoured to signify his gratitude to Philip.

The latter perceived, from the astonishment visible in
Charles’s looks, that he had at last recognized him, and
was no longer under the influence of delirium. His cheeks,
from a deadly paleness, were instantly suffused’ with the
deepest red. “ Merville,” said he, “I do not deserve this
generosity,” and heaving a profound sigh, he relapsed into
his former insensibility.

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