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Presently he understood , sighed deeply , and said , ` Ah , yes , poor Germaine ! ' She had taken so much trouble all the winter about his unlucky candidature . Two dinners a week ! Up to twelve or one o'clock she would be wheeling her chair all over the drawing-room . She had sacrificed her remaining strength to it , and was even more excited and keen than her brother . And at the last , the very last , when she was past speaking , her poor twisted fingers went on counting upon the hem of the sheet ` Yes , Védrine , she died , ticking and calculating my chances of Ripault-Babin 's seat . Oh , if only for her sake , I will get into their Académie , in defiance of them all , and in honour of her dear memory ! '