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horrors enough I will take o to my aunt by Tours and

the east road For you, I foresee ill happen You will perish

between the haairl to her lover, and send away her people with her And wash

your hands of her and hers Or you will see her fall, and fall beside

her! Give her to hiive her to him!"

"My wife?"

"Wife?" she echoed, for, fickle, and at all times swept away by the

emotions of the moment, she was in earnest now "Is there a tie," and

she pointed after the vanishing procession, "that they cannot unloose?

That they will not unloose? Is there a life which escapes if they doom

it? Did the Admiral escape? Or Rochefoucauld? Or Madaers against you, and I see

beforehand ill happen She will perish, and you with her Wife? A

pretty wife, at whose door you took her lover last night"

"And at your door!" he answered quietly, unibe

But she did not heed "I warned you of that!" she cried "And you would

not believeAnd I warn you of this

You are between the hanonville

does not murder you in your bed--"