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"Follow me," said Morrel; "I will take you to my sister, who is worthy also to be yours We will eland, for America, or, if you prefer it, retire to the country and only return to Paris when our friends have reconciled your family" Valentine shook her head "I feared it, Maximilian," said she; "it is the counsel of a madman, and I should be more mad than you, did I not stop you at once with the word 'Impossible, impossible!'"

"You will then sub to contend with it?" said Morrel sorrowfully "Yes,--if I die!"

"Well, Valentine," resuht Truly, it is I who am mad, and you prove toI appreciate your cal It is then understood that to-morrow you will be irrevocably promised to M Franz d'Epinay, not only by that theatrical forhten the effect of a conature of the contract, but your oill?"

"Again you drive e the dagger into the wound! What would you do, tell me, if your sister listened to such a proposition?"

"Mademoiselle," replied Morrel with a bitter smile, "I am selfish--you have already said so--and as a selfish man I think not of what others would do inmyself I think only that I have known you not a whole year From the day I first saw you, allyour affection One day you acknowledged that you loved me, and since that dayyou, for to gain you would be life to me Now, I think no ainst ain heaven, and now I have lost it It is an every-day occurrence for a gambler to lose not only what he possesses but also what he has not" Morrel pronounced these words with perfect cale, scrutinizing eyes, endeavoring not to let Morrel discover the grief which struggled in her heart "But, in a word, what are you going to do?" asked she

"I ayou that I wish your life may be so calm, so happy, and so fully occupied, that there may be no place for me even in your memory"