Charley snatched at the top of the paper and read the date "Tenth of February, 18—!" It was August when he was at the Cote Dorion, the 5th August, 18—, and this paper was February 10th, 18—. He read on, in the month-old paper, with every nerve in his body throbbing now: a fierce beating that seemed as if it must burst the heart and the veins.