IllustrationsFlorian felt himself to be in not quite the company suited to a nobleman of his rankFrontispieceFACING PAGEShe waited—there was the miracle—for Florian de Puysange44He did not move, but lay quite still, staring upward82Florian’s plump face was transfigured, as he knelt before his Melior120Now Florian came forward162Presently the Collyn of Puysange had opened her yellow eyes and was licking daintily her lips198He closed upon Florian, straightforwardly, without any miracle-working250“—And this is the last cloud going west”286
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