Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 239: what you’re looking at

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i —— s -moiselle De Montreuil.” Pe i 234 ‘his entrance ‘she iene to greet him wh a b igh ly W ing’ smile. oh hs ie per rn ie ae “At length, Mr. Barca? y ‘she sate gayly,' “you. 7 on enough to come and speak to me. This 1s the first t night, is it not?” ) Berio h! 5 2 “You were at the piano when I came in, and guru ( as usual. I would not disturb you, of course, a i 1d | something very particular to say to you to- 1g “Indeed!” She said it lightly, ne her yee poate great bound, and then seemed suddenly to stop be ting. | r% a it that you return to Italy speedily? Mr. Waldron his poe ticipated you—he told me to-day. Pe hh, mana ra Dia Wie “TI return to Italy, madem oiselle—yes, atid very soon; Ls nevel oe in all mortal probability, to return. And before. I go you ‘ must hear all my folly—all my madness—all my ‘presump-— tion; for, Estelle De Montreuil, I have lifted. my eyes where scores of worthier men have lifted theirs In vain—to ae ; spectiogs face—and I love you!” Pca he aeons The murder was out. He folded his arms wei drawn up’ to his full height, his black eyes glowing, his lips se ~—a lover precious grim. _ | he “No one can know more fully than I da: nade how jusane my infatuation is. I know that you have refused the 7 highest titles of the old world—rejected. men whom all the | earth delights\to honor. But not one among th 1em ever wor-. shipped you with the passionate adoration that fills my | eart. When I tell you I would die for your sake, the ‘wore IS are poor and weak; but, Estelle, I would! I love you as I never loved woman, as I never will love again. If I dared ask you. 3 tor love 1 in return, your answer would be Nou Every nr sot d- ness is confident of that.’ : A Anche, ie He stopped, his dark face rigid as stone, t chest index his folded arms heaving—a strong heart in stron - ag y. She had not moved once; she stood looking steadily out at th ‘i moonlit snow, not whiter than her perfect face. — But n she turned suddenly, her whole countenance lighting up wil some inward fire, as he had never seen it light Soh Al cs = | “You are sure._I will say No,” she repeated. “Oh, . A Whi have you never thought T might say Yes?” ae “Mademoiselle !” he turned upon her, his fate hice ly, voice hoarse, “for Goa’s sake don’t stoop to trifle wi me mn: Refuse me if you will, but be merciful. I am a fool an madman, but try to pity and spare!” NaNO ee ‘She smiled, holding out both white havite Mg ee VM “You are bent on having No, I see. Well, m: contrary—I will not say it. Alwyn Bartram, you “io raloiag cCOomMmicboo 9 ey sae