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4120 ALFRED DE ROSANN. plore my treachery towards you, and that on my death-bed I endeavour to make amends. You need not be afraid to accept the trifle I have left you,—it was honestly gained by my speculations on the Ex- change. I have, moreover, drawn up a full and clear statement of the transaction by which your fair fame suffered. This has been signed by the French con- sul: the two documents will be found together after my death. Till then neither shall be opened. Suf- fice it to say, that your innocence will be fully esta- blished—and you may yet look your enemies in the face.”’ “God knows, my motives in pardoning your offences towards me were not interested, La Motte,” cried De Rosann: “but I do not refuse the bounteous gifts you may have bequeathed me—because I am poor—I am a beggar, indeed—dependent on my friends.”’ : : “ And I have reduced you to so humiliating a pre- dicament!”? cried La Motte, covering his face with his hands, and weeping bitterly. “I have been the baneful cause of all your bitter tears—your moments of agony—your nights of torment—and your days of despair. Through my infernal machinations—but thought is dreadful—I dare not look at the past— retrospection is terrible! Oh! De Rosann—De Ro- sann—at length you are avenged—for you witness my tortures. Oh! oh!” “I do not wish for vengeance,’ said our hero, mildly. “I know it, De Rosann—you have pardoned me! But I cannot yet pardon myself.’’ The surgeon now entered the room, and proceeded to examine his patient’s pulse. The fever was con- siderably increased by the excitement of the last half hour; and an almost involuntary shake of the head, - on the part of the medical man, convinced De Ro- sann that La Motte had but a short time to live. In the evening he rallied a little, and a hectic colour ap- peared.on his cheeks; but towards midnight he suf- CORMICLOOOCKSsCOu