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a: THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. «This is folly. I shall go with him ” the small square chamber. _, Prevent it if you can.’ “<1 can.’ ‘< To so, as | ‘‘Come!” she said, speaking aloud to Clinton. ‘‘ Come with me. I will give you ten minutes,” ‘««Stop!” exclaimed the man, hoarse with passion. “ Re- member your promise to go as soon as the ceremony was over. “Ok, Heaven!” murmured Clinton, in agony; for, great as was his infatuation, he would not break his promise. ‘I _ did promise,” he said, brokenly. «© Aha!” laughed theman. «Did I not know him? ‘‘ Ay,” said the woman, tossing her head proudly, ‘‘ and Thonor himthe more now that I, too, know him. But you do not know me if you think to outwit meso. If you do not let him go with me, I will go with him. Will you’ take me, monsieur ?” < Will ie ““You see,” she said, triumphantly, to her brother. ‘<1 see that I may have to use force to make him £0 - without you.” ) ‘“* Dare to touch him, and I speak my name!” “You would not dare.” | _ **Urge me not too far, or you-will know what I dare.” «Woman! woman!”: he whispered, fiercely, approaching her, ‘‘ will you let your mad spirit spoilin a moment our careful plans of a year.’ ‘‘T tell you I will spoil nothing. ‘Ten minutes! How could I even if | wished. Have I not as much at stake as you? What isitto be? Come, quickly. Shall I speak my name?” ‘<In. Heaven’s name, go. Only ten minutes, mind.” «“Come, my husband,” said she, turning with bewitch- ing grace toward Clinton, and holding out her hand. No sooner were they out of the room than the four men came hurriedly together and talked earnestly in whispers. —**Now what?” asked the new wife, saucily, as she and Clinton stood alone in the square chamber. ** Mon Dieu!” cried Clinton, wildly grasping her two white hands in his. ‘‘ Must I try to say all that is in my heart inten minutes? “*Can you not see that I am mad with love—that I will comicbooks.com