Illustrations
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Florian felt himself to be in not quite the company suited to a nobleman of his rank Frontispiece
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She waited—there was the miracle—for Florian de Puysange 44
He did not move, but lay quite still, staring upward 82
Florian’s plump face was transfigured, as he knelt before his Melior 120
Now Florian came forward 162
Presently the Collyn of Puysange had opened her yellow eyes and was licking daintily her lips 198
He closed upon Florian, straightforwardly, without any miracle-working 250
“—And this is the last cloud going west” 286