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"Pshaw!" he ejaculated "Let hio"

The Chevalier's eyesman repented hi one in whose power he still chanced to be

"Bethink you, monsieur," I cried "Yours is a noble and useful life Mine is not without value, either Shall we suffer these lives--aye, and the happiness of your wife and daughter--to be destroyed by this vero I a to the lacquey to take the felloay, much as I should have motioned him to remove some uncleanness froeon to her cha Mademoiselle I saw once, for athe origin of my quarrel with Saint-Eustache

"Did he really lie, Monsieur de Lesperon?" she asked

"Upon htedwoht --for I was resolved to be gone before Marsac arrived--since the real Lesperon I did not doubt was, indeed, betrothed to Mademoiselle de Marsac

"I shall leave Lavedan betimes to-morrow, mademoiselle," I pursued presently "What has happened to-day ent Delay s of me, as already I have warned you But be merciful Much will be true, much false; yet the truth itself is very vile, and--" I stopped short, in despair of explaining or even teed my shoulders in my abandonment of hope, and I turned towards theShe crossed the room and came to stand beside me

"Will you not tell me? Have you no faith in me? Ah, Monsieur de Lesperon--"

"'Sh! child, I cannot It is too late to tell you now"

"Oh, not too late! From what you say they will tell me, I should think, perhaps, worse of you than you deserve What is this thing you hide? What is this mystery? Tell me, monsieur Tell me"

Did ever wo him she would find all excuses for him? Was ever woman in better case to hear a confession from the man that loved her, and of whose love she was assured by every instinct that her sex possesses in such matters? Those two questions leapt intothem I all but determined to speak even now in the eleventh hour