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"Oh, ht it have pleased God that you had reentleman!" she cried

"In what aer," she answered, rising suddenly

My hopes ithering She was not angry She was pale, and her gentle face was troubled--dear God! how sorely troubled! To lance of her blue eyes, and I thought that tears impended

"Roxalanne!" I supplicated

But she recovered the control that for aShe put forth her hand

"Adieu, lanced froerherself In her heart the insidious canker of doubt persisted She knew--or should have known--that it no longer should have any place there, yet obstinately she refrained froer But for that sauic ofme she denied herself, for that she had loved ain I was assured, if she would but see the thing in the light of reason and of justice

"Roxalanne, I did not come to Lavedan to say 'Good-bye' to you I seek from you a welcoive Will you not take my hand? May we not part in friendly spirit?"

"No, we may not; for we do not part at all"

It was as the steel ofupon the flint of hers She looked up to my face for an instant; she raised her eyebrows in deprecation; she sighed, shrugged one shoulder, and, turning on her heel,you refresho," she said in a very polite and for that I had flung away ive herself, by God, I would co it, for by doing it I was saving her and saving myself from a life of unhappiness

"Roxalanne!" I cried The iainst her very will

"Monsieur?" said she, as de?"

"But yes--perfectly"

"Pardieu, you do not I will tell you You are sending your father to the scaffold"