Chapter XI.
No morning brightened Hermon's night of darkness. When the returned slave had finished his report, the sun was already shining into his master's room. Without lying down again, the latter went at once to the Tennis notary, who had moved to Alexandria two months before, and with his assistance raised the money which his friend needed. Worthy Melampus had received the news that Myrtilus was still alive in a very singular manner. Even now he could grasp only one thing at a time, and he loved Hermon with sincere devotion. Therefore the lawyer who had so zealously striven to expedite the blind man's entering into possession of his friend's inheritance would very willingly have permitted Myrtilus--doubtless an invalid--to continue to rest quietly among the dead. Yet his kind heart rejoiced at
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