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DEATH COMES FOR THE ARCHBISHOP
dreams of one’s youth; that is the best that can happen to a man. No worldly success can take the place of that.”
“Blanchet,” said the Bishop rising, “you are a better man than I. You have been a great harvester of souls, without pride and without shame—and I am always a little cold—un pédant, as you used to say. If hereafter we have stars in our crowns, yours will be a constellation. Give me your blessing.”
He knelt, and Father Vaillant, having blessed him, knelt and was blessed in turn. They embraced each other for the past—for the future.
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