“Ah！hisheirsmaytakeeverythingiftheychoose，“criedUrsula，sittinguprightunderanimpulseofsavageindignation。“Ihavesomethinghere，“sheadded，strikingherbreast，“whichisfarmoreprecious——“
“Whatisit？“saidthepostmaster，whowithMassinathisheelsnowshowedhisbrutalface。
“Theremembrancesofhisvirtues，ofhislife，ofhiswords——animageofhiscelestialsoul，“shesaid，hereyesandfaceglowingassheraisedherhandwithagloriousgesture。
“Andakey！“criedMassin，creepinguptoherlikeacatandseizingakeywhichfellfromthebosomofherdressinhersuddenmovement。
“Yes，“shesaid，blushing，“thatisthekeyofhisstudy；hesentmethereatthemomenthewasdying。“