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78 The Diamond Bracelet. “ How shall you get away?” wondered Frances. ; ‘“‘If the Bashaw comes home before twelve, Thomas must diaposee me somewhere in the lower regions : Sunday is a free day for us, thank — goodness. So please to make the most of me, both of you, for it is the last time you will have the privilege. By the way, Fanny, will you do mea favour? There used to bea little book of mine in the glass book- case in the library; my name in it, and a mottled cover: I wish you would go and find it for me.” Lady Frances left the room with alacrity. Gerard immediately bent over Alice, and his tone changed. “T have sent her away on purpose. She'll be half an hour rum- maging, for I have not seen the book there for ages. Alice, one word before we part. You must know that it was for your sake I refused the marriage proposed to me by my uncle: you will not let me go into banishment without a word of hope; a promise of your love to lighten it.” | ‘Oh, Gerard,” she eagerly said, “‘ I am so glad you have spoken: I almost think I should have spoken myself, if you had not. Just look at me.’ “T am looking at you,” he fondly answered. ‘Then look at my hectic face ; my constantly tired limbs ; my sickly hands: do they not plainly tell you that the topics you would speak of must be barred topics to me?” “Why should they be? You will get stronger.” “Never. There is no hope of it. Many years ago, when the illness first came upon me, the doctors said I might grow better with time, but the time has come, and come, and come, and gone ; and it has only left me a more confirmed invalid. ‘To an old age I cannot live; most probably but a few years ; ask yourself, Gerard, if I am one who ought to marry, and leave behind a husband to regret me; perhaps children. No, no.” ‘You are cruel, Alice.” “The cruelty would be, if I selfishly allowed you to talk of love to me ; or, still more selfishly, let you cherish hopes that I would marry. When you hinted at this, the other evening, the evening that wretched bracelet was lost, I reproached myself with cowardice, in not answering more plainly than you had spoken. I should have told you, Gerard as I tell you now, that nothing, no persuasion from even the dearest — person on earth, shall ever induce me to marry.” ) “ You dislike me. I see that.” ; ‘‘T did not say so,” answered Alice, with a glowing cheek. “I think it very possible that—if I could allow myself ever to dwell on such thingsrr2 should like you very much ; perhaps better than I could like anyone.” ‘‘ And why will you not?” he persuasively uttered. — g Eomicbooks.co a”