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Victoria awoke suddenly. She had been reclining in a chair at the far end of the room. She hadn't
intended to sleep, but she was so tired. She'd had the strangest dream. Antoine was there, with a
dark haired Gypsy woman. Victoria was certain she'd seen her before. Something about her eyes.
But what she found even stranger was that she couldn't shake the notion that Antoine had somehow
set her free. The room was quiet. Too quiet. She glanced over at the bed. Javert lay there, quite still.
Victoria gasped. "No!" as she rushed to his side, in a panic. She grabbed his hand, and lay her other
hand on his brow. It was cool. The fever had broken. "Javert!" She cried, not trusting what she felt.
"Please wake up!" Victoria was almost in tears. Seconds passed, then Victoria felt him clasp her
hand. Javert slowly opened his eyes.

"Victoria?" He whispered, too weak to speak any louder. "May I call you..."
"Of course you may!" Victoria laughed, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
She kissed his face lightly as she arranged the pillows and the blankets more comfortably around
him.
"Rest now, and we'll talk in the morning." She looked at the sun just starting to rise outside the
window. "Or later today." She added. The faintest smile graced his lips as he fell asleep.