That woman was an angel.

See, read this letter." And he handed to me a paper which seemed to have been many times reread.
I opened it, and this is what it contained: "MY DEAR ARMAND:--I have received your letter.

You are still good, and I thank God for it.

Yes, my friend, I am ill, and with one of those diseases that never relent; but the interest you still take in me makes my suffering less.

I shall not live long enough, I expect, to have the happiness of pressing the hand which has written the kind letter I have just received; the words of it would be enough to cure me, if anything could cure me.