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Count Hannibal could not have said why he did not speak to her at once

Warned by an instinct vague and ill-understood, he remained silent, his

eyes riveted on her, until she rose froaze, and he looked to see her start Instead, she stood quiet

and thoughtful, regarding him with a kind of sad solemnity, as if she saw

not him only, but the dead; while first one treth "It is over!" she whispered "Patience, Monsieur; have no

fear, I will be brave But I ive a little to him"

"To him!" Count Hannibal muttered, his face extraordinarily, pale

She smiled with an odd passionateness "Who was my lover!" she cried,

her voice a-thrill "Who will ever be h I have left him to die! It was just He who has so tried me

knows it was just! He whom I have sacrificed--he knows it too, now! But

it is hard to be--just," with a quavering sive him a little, may pardon me a little, led cry, between a moan and a roar A

moment he beat the coverlid with his hands in impotence Then he sank

back on the bed

"Water!" hehis head on her arain with closed eyes He lay so

still and so long that she thought that he had fainted; but after a pause