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. aa that your grief equaled mine; though you are banished ~~ ‘THE DROPS IN THE CUP. C4 Sue “Arise, madame,’’ he said to her. ‘‘Recollect the name you bear, and no longer remain here, when no longer be- ing able to do anything for his happiness, you may destroy yours.’’ “My happiness! And what matters to me my happi- ness?’’ said she, with a passionate ardor. ‘‘He suffers, he is unhappy, I shall remain here until he has heard me, un- til he has pardoned me. Oh! through pity, my father, leave me near him.’ Guillaume had not the courage to drive her away, and both drew near Belle-Rose, whom Claudine was vainly calling, “Jacques !’’ said Suzanne, in a low tone. Jacques remained silent. ; ‘My God! can he be dead, since he no longer hears even me?’’ said she. Claudine turned to the door, “Night is approaching,’’ said she, ‘‘perhaps they are looking for you at the chateau.”’ ‘“Let them come, then, Monsieur de Malzonvilliers and Monsieur d’Albergotti,’’ she replied, in a somber tone. — ‘‘My father has willed it.”’ ““You destroy yourself and you will not save him!’’ said: the father. “But what, then, do you wish me to do?’’ exclaimed Su- zanne, With clasped hands and tears in her eyes. ‘‘We must separate,’’ said a voice. Suzanne and Claudine trembled; it was the voice of Jacques, and Jacques himself was seated upon the bench, ~ still too weak to rise, but already too strong to remain stretched out. “Jacques!’’ they mutually exclaimed. : ‘*T thought I was going to die,’’ said he. ‘‘I heard you, but could not speak. Now listen to me. You, Suzanne,’’ must return to the chateau.’ Suzanne shook: her head. ‘‘It must be so,’’ continued Jacques, ‘‘and I beg you to do so. 1 have indeed the right,’’ said he, with a.sad smile, ‘to ask a favor of you.”’ Suzanne bowed her-head. “Do you pardon me, Jacques?”’ ‘“‘Thave nothing to pardon. You have obeyed your father and mine. I heard you just now, and I understood he added, *‘you whom [I call thus EOE the last time, you “S co GOmicboo