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"Can YOU ask that?" he said with i upon lance of his dark fathoreat inner force compelled me to answer this half-inquiry, in words of which I had taken no previous thought, and which, as I uttered the to my own ears

"Of course," I said slowly, as if I were repeating a lesson, "you would not so betray the high trust coe"

"Well said!" replied Cellini; "you are fatigued,open the door of his studio, he stood aside for ly

"Must I come at the same time to-morrow?" I asked

"If you please"

I passedelse to say before I left hi back with one hand the curtains of the portiere

"I think I had a parting word to give you," I said at last, otten what it was" Cellini sravely

"Do not trouble to think about it, mademoiselle I aht crossed erly: "I renor!"

He bent his head reverentially

"Merci arde--vous aussi Au revoir"

And clasping ht yet friendly pressure, he closed the door of his rooh elation and contentradually to decrease I had not beco of weariness oppressed h I had walked incessantly for ht to my own room I consulted my watch; it was half-past one, the hour at which the hotel luncheon was usually served Mrs Everard had evidently not returned from her drive I did not care to attend the table d'hote alone; besides, I had no inclination to eat I dren the -blinds to shut out the brilliancy of the beautiful Southern sunlight, and throwing myself on my bed I deterht the "Letters of a Dead Musician" aithto keep myself awake by this e, nor could I think at all connectedly Little by little my eyelids closed; the book dropped from my nerveless hand; and in a few minutes I was in a deep and tranquil slumber