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230 | A PARISIAN ROMANOK. “My consciecne! It will tell me that I have saved my son!” “And God? since you believe in him!” Beside herself with anger and misery, she retorted with stinging emphasis: - “What is that to you, since you do not believe in Him ?” The doctor shook his head compassionately, and said in low, distinct tones, with all the tenderness one would use in chiding a well-beloved child: “Ts this the way to make me do so?” She stared at him with wide-opened, frightened eyes, and then, turning abruptly, she walked away to the window, and stood gazing out upon the gar- den below. The doctor waited quietly; he felt that his point was won. Minute after minute passed, and no sound was heard in the room save the droning of the bees, as they darted in and out among the honeysuckles that framed in the windows. Finally, the woman, in whose heart a terrible struggle had been raging, came slowly back to where the doctor stood. Her face was pale, but calm and composed. “You are right,” she said. “Pardon me, and thank you. It was the mother who rebelled, but the Christian has been recalled to her duty. Where is She? Where must I go? I am ready.” “Ah, I find my old friend again!” exclaimed the doctor, warmly, an expression of relief passing over Eomicbooks. co