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ie “And Vhis! phere hee’ cousin—you do love her?” | She could feel the strong shudder ‘that t shoo isa! ar to foot. UNM 6 “For pity’s sake, Estella, don’t let us speak ‘aoe Pake | ‘me for what I am; but not even ‘to you, ae 0: al i I to 3 us Aly can I speak of her, “Let me forget if I can—she i ea ot ~me from this day. If I had only known ‘you lived i De: efore | ‘a met her!” sigp vis Hos The strong passion of that suppressed ery thrille L _ “vi the heart. — a Ce one: | “T am sorry—I am. sorry! Oh, Alwyn, perhaps | itm i | jen i have been better if I had never written that letter!” No?’ be said, steadily, “a thousand times. no! y right—you ‘did what you should have done, Estella. fear for me—I will forget her, if I can—my wife, L wi have my whole heart. I will see her once again ad te well—then, Estella; I will cease to remember there i 1s anot ier i woman on ‘earth but yourself. You will leave this wret we place at once—you will come with me now, will ; you © not! p cone. “You are very good; but, Alwyn, you will repent. ig ie : a “Never! Trust me, my wife, all unworthy as I am. — Trust me, as you have forgiven me—you shall never regre’ ie it again. You will come with me immediately, then? ab pets: 4 not talk to you—I can not endure ue see -you—in- this wretched place.” os a Be” “Not to-night,” Estella ankoenae’ T ¢ can ae go ‘at. once. aa Give me till to-morrow—~you shall. know why later. Cor 16. | for me, if you will, the oo chen Ramee now - will send yo ou. Atk 2 hie ‘ has worn me ee ” TEE oe Rim ae He kissed the pale forehead and arose As once. ane ag ‘ “You have not even let me see you, Essie, and after ten— apd, nay, eleven long years of parting.” : i hn i 3 | “Ah, that will come all too goon, Think ‘eho sad change ges ten years of loneliness, and poverty, and labor, mu ast work, a. and don’t’ come back—don’t ever ask to see me. ate, oe trast between me oni Sait will be too cruel,” 9 OAR Aiea Pan é y as Ay iy “The day after tocmorrow! I wall call: vy “you, 2? 8 cope d, briefly. “Good-night, Hstella, since you will it so, and ta ce care of yourself for my sake—until then.” | Br ts Se He lifted her hand to his Bei A moment Is uter, anc he was gone. | LACAN cc nae Straight through the silverd spring twilight, h 1 house of Count De Montreuil. He never stoppec “Since it must be, ’twere-well done quie Tie scsi set white teeth. “Let me beri: W