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As to wo by ie at some distant

period would of course not be iate it will be good to knoas that case of

impetuous folly, for it

of passion to which he was prone, together with the chivalrous kindness

which helped to make him morally lovable The story can be told

withoutin Paris, and

just at the time when, over and above his other work, he was occupied

with so, tired with his

experi able to elicit the facts he needed, he

left his frogs and rabbits to so and

mysterious dispensation of unexplained shocks, and went to finish his

evening at the theatre of the Porte Saint Martin, where there was a

melodrama which he had already seen several tienious work of the collaborating authors, but by an actress

whose part it was to stab her lover, ate was in love with this

actress, as a man is in love with a woman whom he never expects to

speak to She was a Provencale, with dark eyes, a Greek profile, and

roundedthat sort of beauty which carries a sweet

She had

but lately come to Paris, and bore a virtuous reputation, her husband

acting with her as the unfortunate lover It was her acting which was

"no better than it should be," but the public was satisfied Lydgate's

only relaxation noas to go and look at this woht

have thrown himself under the breath of the sweet south on a bank of

violets for a while, without prejudice to his galvanis the old drama had a new

catastrophe At theof

her lover, and he was to fall gracefully, the wife veritably stabbed

her husband, who fell as death willed A wild shriek pierced the

house, and the Provencale fell swooning: a shriek and a sere

de too was real this tiate

leaped and clie, and was active

in help,a contusion

on her head and lifting her gently in his ar with the

story of this death:--was it a murder? Some of the actress's waruilt, and liked her the