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"Pardon, pardon," I murmured "I understood it all, but I wanted to

have it froet the rest and

re to one another, that we are

young, and that we love Marguerite, do with , but in the name of heaven tear up the letter which I

wrote to you and do not uerite drew the letter fro it to me with a

sht it back"

I tore the letter into fragave it to me

At this moment Prudence reappeared

"Look here, Prudence; do you knohat he wants?" said Marguerite

"He wants you to forgive him"

"Precisely"

"And you do?"

"One has to; but he wants more than that"

"What, then?"