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take heed lest you learn the quality of my hate"

"Neither your love nor your hate shall in the future disturb me There

arethem?"

"I have warned you!"

He stepped aside, and she passed on, the rain drenching her hair and

face His gaze, freighted with love and hate and despair, followed

her She was lost to him He knew it She had always been lost to

hihter and her sood in him seemed to die This woe, upon one and all of

them, priests, soldiers, and women, and the other three fools whom

madame had tricked as she had hie; D'Hérouville wentupon which to vent his rage The blood

gushed into his brain--sole He

seized a sround, put his foot on it and

snapped it with ease He did not care that he lacerated his hands or

that the branches flying back scratched his face He laughed fiercely

The Chevalier first, that itimatized; then the vicomte and the poet As for

her proud

heart Agony long drawn out; agony which turns the hair grey in a

single night That would be it He could not return to the fort yet;

he ain his caler orthof value he had this

side of France But it was enough A deer fled across his path, and a

partridge blundered into his face They had played him the e