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AGNES; O2, BEAUTY AND PLEASURG, \hey ' SSO rg ‘4° kts / Ls terrible vengeance upon your head! And now address me not again. Let it seem as if the stone wall separating two dungeons had already sprung up between us: for so it will presently be!” “And perhaps, father,” said Silvio, “ the next time we meet, it will be upon the platform of the scaffold—and then—Oh! then will you refuse me your forgiveness ?” Were it not dark inside the vehicle, Silvio might have entertained a momentary hope that his prayer would be granted; for the Count’s lips yuivered, and his broad chest rose and fell with the violence of the emotions that were agitating within him. But quickly exerting an effort over himself, he subdued those feelings —he crushed | them as it were beneath the iron heel of the strongest resolution; and he said, “ Silvio, it will | only be when we stand together upon the threshold of death that I can forgive you! stant when death shall be about to separate us— , at once from that miserable young man No. 358. —AGNgs. | / = }} te NY \\ \ : = o _ = ee : re ; — NS be Lily yj = ' p< wy MM g - ph i Wf: x / f ] } f Vig —_ = 4 ff | ss a / P, - = 4/ / ——— CSS L ) ot ‘ l) . \ \ \" q \ v \\\\|! ofA]. \\\\ \ \\ SAeh \\ RAN \\ )} ‘ \ \ whether it be on the point of striking both, or only one—then, Silvio, may you kneel at my feet and I will forgive youn ——but not till then!” The young Viscount groaned: but he said no more. Throwing himself into a corner on the seat opposite to that where his father was placed, he pulled his hat over his eyes, so that the lamp-light flashing into the vehicle should not reveal his countenance to his sire, nor afford a chance of their eyes meeting. Thus the chaise now proceeded, in silence so far as the prisoners were concerned ; and the gate of the Prefecture was presently reached. The vehicle passed under the gloomy frowning archway: it entered the outer court-yard—and the gates were then shut. The sbirri opened the door of the chaise, and bade the prisoners alight. The Count was the first to descend; and he gaid to the officials, “‘ If you have the slightest scintillation of Yes—at the in- mercy in your hearts, I entreat you to separate rae i? e Re CoMmiclhooolks Olin