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"
All
.
"
"
And
in
half
an
hour
,
"
said
Maximilian
in
a
gloomy
voice
,
"
our
name
is
dishonored
!
"
"
Blood
washes
out
dishonor
,
"
said
Morrel
.
"
You
are
right
,
father
;
I
understand
you
.
"
Then
extending
his
hand
towards
one
of
the
pistols
,
he
said
,
"
There
is
one
for
you
and
one
for
me
--
thanks
!
"
Morrel
caught
his
hand
.
"
Your
mother
--
your
sister
!
Who
will
support
them
?
"
A
shudder
ran
through
the
young
man
's
frame
.
"
Father
,
"
he
said
,
"
do
you
reflect
that
you
are
bidding
me
to
live
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
do
so
bid
you
,
"
answered
Morrel
,
"
it
is
your
duty
.
You
have
a
calm
,
strong
mind
,
Maximilian
.
Maximilian
,
you
are
no
ordinary
man
.
I
make
no
requests
or
commands
;
I
only
ask
you
to
examine
my
position
as
if
it
were
your
own
,
and
then
judge
for
yourself
.
"
The
young
man
reflected
for
a
moment
,
then
an
expression
of
sublime
resignation
appeared
in
his
eyes
,
and
with
a
slow
and
sad
gesture
he
took
off
his
two
epaulets
,
the
insignia
of
his
rank
.
"
Be
it
so
,
then
,
my
father
,
"
he
said
,
extending
his
hand
to
Morrel
,
"
die
in
peace
,
my
father
;
I
will
live
.
"
Morrel
was
about
to
cast
himself
on
his
knees
before
his
son
,
but
Maximilian
caught
him
in
his
arms
,
and
those
two
noble
hearts
were
pressed
against
each
other
for
a
moment
.
"
You
know
it
is
not
my
fault
,
"
said
Morrel
.
Maximilian
smiled
.
"
I
know
,
father
,
you
are
the
most
honorable
man
I
have
ever
known
.
"
"
Good
,
my
son
.
And
now
there
is
no
more
to
be
said
;
go
and
rejoin
your
mother
and
sister
.
"
"
My
father
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
bending
his
knee
,
"
bless
me
!
"
Morrel
took
the
head
of
his
son
between
his
two
hands
,
drew
him
forward
,
and
kissing
his
forehead
several
times
said
,
"
Oh
,
yes
,
yes
,
I
bless
you
in
my
own
name
,
and
in
the
name
of
three
generations
of
irreproachable
men
,
who
say
through
me
,
'
The
edifice
which
misfortune
has
destroyed
,
providence
may
build
up
again
.
'
On
seeing
me
die
such
a
death
,
the
most
inexorable
will
have
pity
on
you
.
To
you
,
perhaps
,
they
will
accord
the
time
they
have
refused
to
me
.
Then
do
your
best
to
keep
our
name
free
from
dishonor
.
Go
to
work
,
labor
,
young
man
,
struggle
ardently
and
courageously
;
live
,
yourself
,
your
mother
and
sister
,
with
the
most
rigid
economy
,
so
that
from
day
to
day
the
property
of
those
whom
I
leave
in
your
hands
may
augment
and
fructify
.
Reflect
how
glorious
a
day
it
will
be
,
how
grand
,
how
solemn
,
that
day
of
complete
restoration
,
on
which
you
will
say
in
this
very
office
,
'
My
father
died
because
he
could
not
do
what
I
have
this
day
done
;
but
he
died
calmly
and
peaceably
,
because
in
dying
he
knew
what
I
should
do
.
'
"
"
My
father
,
my
father
!
"
cried
the
young
man
,
"
why
should
you
not
live
?
"
