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aa a your destiny as my own, even though dire penury | out for myself a new career. I repaired to Stras- should be our los!” bourg cannot have forgotten how you knelt at my feet— bow you besought me to consent to that departure of your’e—how you declared that it wae better for us given-—end other! Henri, have you forgotten all thisP No —I feel assured that you have not!” “No, Adelaide : and I am willing to admit,” he enswered,—“ yes, even now in the face of all cir- —-I embarked in commerce, by the sesistance of a few good friends—end my first ventures were all crowned with success. For upwards of two years was your image constantly m my mind. I thought of you without cessing: the muse of your voice ever appeared to be flowing upon my ears—my your's bestowed ere we bade farewell in Pais. Bat why should I dwell on all this ?’’ he demanded passionately. “I built up for myself a fabric of hope: and, alas! I have seen it rumed. © Ade- that love with which I regarded you !—and i was beeause I would do naught to desecrate what I believed to be the purity and holiness of your mind, that I never came near you—I never visited Parie—I never even ventured to send yon a writ- ten line nor a verbal message, during the peri of your wedded state. Noe: I felt that for the I ventured to remind you of our past love.” “And wherefore said you, Henri,” asked Adelaide, trembling visbly however, as she ap- proached a topic which she knew seust be touched upon—and as she put a question to which she could but too well anticipate the response: “and of hope which you built up was eo cruelly de- p*? ournals, there was a voice within me which said, ‘She is guilty.’—Yes, I knew it: I felt con- vinced of it: or I chould have hastened to condole with you. As a matter of duty I forwarded you the your Nor will I deny, Adelaide, that the interval which elapsed between your arrest and your trial, was to me fraught with the moet poignant anguish: for I had loved you too well not to feel deepiy—aye, fearfully on your account. It is also true that when I read the result of the trial, I fell upon my knees and poured forth my thanks to Providence that you had been spared the dreadful doom which would have awaited you had the verdict been otherwise. Yes—I knew you to be guilty; and yet thoee were my feelings on your behaif!” The Count de 8t. Gerard became deeply affected as he gave utterance to these words; and drawing forth his kerchief, he for nearly a minute buried on? Gama qa Gea «hi pa ee eee ay COMMUC DOO CS (COL