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Marccau turned away quicthy ;o he ap- pearcd m the miterval to have q new project, and he prayed his compitnion Lo await him at the gate of the prison with horses amd a carriage,

Detore Marceau's prison gates were soon opened, commanded the gaoler to conduct the cell where Blanche was enclosed. m-=n hesitated his desire in

rank the and he him Lo The

but, on Marccau repeating

name and

amore imperative tone, he obeyed, making him a ien to follow him. “She s not adone,” said his euide, as he

untlocked the Tow-arched door of a cell whosc

combre gloom made Marceau shudder, “bhut she will not be troubled long with her companton; he 1z to be cutllotined

to-day. \1\1110 these words he closed the door on Marceau, and determined 1o Keep G~ quret as possible concerning an inter-

view which would be so Comproini=ing to I, S0l dacsed trom his swldorn Pilssag

lrom day to darkness, Maiceau croped i

way into the cell like a man in a dican. Then he heard aery, and the voune oirl

She clung to marticuiate =obs and um\ul,mw

Tung herself into his arme. i with mbrace:s,

“You have not abandoncd e, then,”

AT AN ~he creds * Thew ar- rested me, drageed me heres o the crowd which followed T re- cognized Tinguv. | cricd out * Marceau ! Marceau ! and he dis- appearcd. Now vou have come, vou will take me away, vou will y

not feave me here?

“T wish 1 could tear youw away this moment, 1t were at the price of my life s but it 1s 1m- possible. Grive me two davs, Blanche, but twao davs. Now I wish vou Lo answer e i ques- tton on which vour lifc and mine depend. An- SWer me as vou would aswerto Grod. Blanche, o Vvou love me 7

“Is this the time and place for such @ ques- tton? Do vou think these walls are used to vows of Tove 2"

CThis s the moment, for we are hotwedr e and death. Blanche, be quul\ and answer me ;o cach mstant robs us of 1 day, cach hour, of a vear. Do vou love me? " “Oh D ves, \L\!” T'hese words escaped rom the voung eirl's heart, who, for octting that no one could sce her l)lushu, hid her head upon his breast.

“Well'! Blanche, youmust aceept me at once for vour husband.”

vounge ol trembled.

“A\Vhat can be vour desten 2

“Myomotive is to tear vou from death we will see it [ thev will send to llm ~caftold the wile of a l\(})uh]m \n general.”

Then Blanche understood it all ; trembled at the danger

but ~hc to which BRRLES

cypose himsclt to save her. Tler love for himinercased, and with it her courape o=,

s impossible,” she said, Brmiv,

“Tmposaible ! mterr uptcd Marceau, what can risc boetween us and h;zppimss,

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STCC vouo have avowed vou love e ? Lasten, then, to the reazon which ha~madc Vorroorepect vour only o owg ay ol escape.

listen, Blanche ' T saw '\uu and loved vou; that Tove has becone a passion. My life is vows vour fate 1s omine ; happiness or deathy, Towill share either with Vou ; 1o