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A FEW PARTING WORDS. * : 61 “T have nothing to*thank you for, as you say, and we are “enemies to the death, since you have even thought of such > degradation for me. As for our black friend here, I chink you kicked me, did you not ?” “Es, sah /” replied Tom, promptly. - “ For that, I Shall some day roast you at a slow fire, if I have my way.” “ Thankee ag’in, Frenchee. §’pose you won’t do it till you hev’ your own way-den. I did kick; didn’t kick half hard ‘nuff. Wish de Lord [d kicked you harder, I does—oh, gracious, yes |!” “J wish to say a few words to your friends yonder,” said Jaques, turning away from the negro. “Shall I go to them. or will you call them ?” He sent Tom to them. and they came up. Before the Frenchman began, the spy said that if Maggie did not wish to hold any conversation with Jaques, he should not speak.. -As she expressed herself quite Willing to hear what he had to say, he thus addressed her; “T do not wish you to think, Mademoiselle Marguerite, ° that I at all repent what I have, done, since you goaded me to it by your own injustice and scorn of me. [ am sorry I struck you. I was mad when I tried to injure you and stop your cries. For that, because it was not the act of a gentle- man, I beg your pardon a thousand times.” > “T have forgiven that,” said Maggie. “ You've done more’n I would, then,” grumbled the spy. “ But I have not by any means given over my purpose, as I expressed it at the place of our late unfortunate interview. You have still the key to my heart in your hands. You might still win me to do any thing, good or evil. But since I see nothing but scorn on your lips, you lead me to do evil.” “T wish to hear no more,” cried Maggie. “Shet up, yew,” put in Eph, as the Frenchman was about to continue. ‘“ She shan’t be bothered.” Chattillon, thus summarily silenced, turned his attention to Ronald, on whom he vented a few bitter words, which were answered with sarcasm. <A brief dialogue followed,~angrily sustained on the part of. the officer, who was inflamed beyond gndurance by the mocking replies of Eph and Ronald, 3 comiclooks,conn