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In Hume's house at midnight Lepage lay asleep with his wife's letters -- received through the factor -- in his hand. The firelight played upon a dark, disappointed face -- a doomed, prematurely old face, as it seemed to the factor.
"You knew him, then," the factor said, after a long silence, with a gesture towards the bed.