bands,
appeared perfectly ready to assist Dr. Baleinier in his formidable
operation.




CHAPTER XXX.

THE .

"Reverend fathers," said Dr. Baleinier, graciously, to the three, "I
thank you for your kind aid.  What you have to do is very simple, and, by
the blessing of heaven, this operation will save the life of our dear
Father Rodin."

The three black-gowns cast up their eyes piously, and then bowed
altogether, like one man.  Rodin, indifferent to what was passing around
him, never ceased an instant to write or reflect.  Nevertheless, in 
of his apparent , he felt such difficulty in breathing, that more
than once Dr. Baleinier had turned round uneasily, as he heard the
stifled rattling in the throat of the sick man.  Making a sign to his
pupil, the doctor approached Rodin and said to him: "Come, reverend
father; this is the important moment.  Courage!"

No sign of wordnetfear was expressed in the Jesuit's countenance.  His features
remained impassible as those of a corpse.  Only, his little reptile eyes
sparkled still more brightly in their dark cavities.  For a moment, he
looked round at the spectators of this wordnetanger; then, taking his pen
between his teeth, he folded and wafered