37/58 He laid his head on Phellion's desk, and all his limbs were limp as if struck by lightning; while his sobs were so heartrending, so genuine, that for the first time in his life Poiret's feelings were stirred by the sufferings of another.] Phellion [speaking firmly]. "Come, come, my young friend; courage! In times of trial we must show courage. What is the matter? "It is I who have ruined Monsieur Rabourdin. |