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For a morasping the motive of that fierceness, a sudden joy pervadedthat hatred that is a part of love, than which, it is true, no hatred can be more deadly And yet so eloquently did it tell ht jealously to conceal, that, moved by a sudden impulse, I stepped close up to her

"Roxalanne," I said fervently, "you do not hope for it What would your life be if I were dead? Child, child, you love ht her suddenly to me with infinite tenderness, with reverence almost "Can you lend no ear to the voice of this love? Can you not have faith in me a little? Can you not think that if I were quite as unworthy as you make-believe to your very self, this love could have no place?"

"It has no place!" she cried "You lie--as in all things else I do not love you I hate you Dieu! How I hate you!"

She had lain in htened eyes--like a bird that feels itself within the toils of a snake, yet whose horror is blent with a certain fascination Now, as she spoke, her will seeled to break frorew, so did htly

"Why do you hate me?" I asked steadily "Ask yourself, Roxalanne, and tell me what answer your heart makes Does it not answer that indeed you do not hate me--that you love me?"

"Oh, God, to be so insulted!" she cried out "Will you not release me, miserable? Must I call for help? Oh, you shall suffer for this! As there is a Heaven, you shall be punished!"

But in les I was brutal, if you will Yet think of as inmyself in this position, and deal not over harshly with e to confess which I had lacked for days, caht, it could not be worse than this, and this I could endure no longer

"Listen, Roxalanne!"

"I will not listen! Enough of insults have I heard already Let o!"

"Nay, but you shall hear me I am not Rene de Lesperon Had these Marsacs been less impetuous and foolish, had they waited to have seen , they would have told you so"