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"
Valentine
,
"
said
Morrel
pushing
aside
a
loose
plank
,
"
give
me
your
hand
in
token
of
forgiveness
of
my
anger
;
my
senses
are
confused
,
and
during
the
last
hour
the
most
extravagant
thoughts
have
passed
through
my
brain
.
Oh
,
if
you
refuse
my
advice
"
--
"
What
do
you
advise
?
"
said
Valentine
,
raising
her
eyes
to
heaven
and
sighing
.
"
I
am
free
,
"
replied
Maximilian
,
"
and
rich
enough
to
support
you
.
I
swear
to
make
you
my
lawful
wife
before
my
lips
even
shall
have
approached
your
forehead
.
"
"
You
make
me
tremble
!
"
said
the
young
girl
.
"
Follow
me
,
"
said
Morrel
;
"
I
will
take
you
to
my
sister
,
who
is
worthy
also
to
be
yours
.
We
will
embark
for
Algiers
,
for
England
,
for
America
,
or
,
if
you
prefer
it
,
retire
to
the
country
and
only
return
to
Paris
when
our
friends
have
reconciled
your
family
.
"
Valentine
shook
her
head
.
"
I
feared
it
,
Maximilian
,
"
said
she
;
"
it
is
the
counsel
of
a
madman
,
and
I
should
be
more
mad
than
you
,
did
I
not
stop
you
at
once
with
the
word
'
Impossible
,
impossible
!
'
"
"
You
will
then
submit
to
what
fate
decrees
for
you
without
even
attempting
to
contend
with
it
?
"
said
Morrel
sorrowfully
.
"
Yes
--
if
I
die
!
"
"
Well
,
Valentine
,
"
resumed
Maximilian
,
"
I
can
only
say
again
that
you
are
right
.
Truly
,
it
is
I
who
am
mad
,
and
you
prove
to
me
that
passion
blinds
the
most
well-meaning
.
I
appreciate
your
calm
reasoning
.
It
is
then
understood
that
tomorrow
you
will
be
irrevocably
promised
to
M.
Franz
d'Epinay
,
not
only
by
that
theatrical
formality
invented
to
heighten
the
effect
of
a
comedy
called
the
signature
of
the
contract
,
but
your
own
will
?
"
"
Again
you
drive
me
to
despair
,
Maximilian
,
"
said
Valentine
,
"
again
you
plunge
the
dagger
into
the
wound
!
What
would
you
do
,
tell
me
,
if
your
sister
listened
to
such
a
proposition
?
"
"
Mademoiselle
,
"
replied
Morrel
with
a
bitter
smile
,
"
I
am
selfish
--
you
have
already
said
so
--
and
as
a
selfish
man
I
think
not
of
what
others
would
do
in
my
situation
,
but
of
what
I
intend
doing
myself
.
I
think
only
that
I
have
known
you
not
a
whole
year
.
From
the
day
I
first
saw
you
,
all
my
hopes
of
happiness
have
been
in
securing
your
affection
.
One
day
you
acknowledged
that
you
loved
me
,
and
since
that
day
my
hope
of
future
happiness
has
rested
on
obtaining
you
,
for
to
gain
you
would
be
life
to
me
.
Now
,
I
think
no
more
;
I
say
only
that
fortune
has
turned
against
me
--
I
had
thought
to
gain
heaven
,
and
now
I
have
lost
it
.
It
is
an
every-day
occurrence
for
a
gambler
to
lose
not
only
what
he
possesses
but
also
what
he
has
not
.
"
Morrel
pronounced
these
words
with
perfect
calmness
;
Valentine
looked
at
him
a
moment
with
her
large
,
scrutinizing
eyes
,
endeavoring
not
to
let
Morrel
discover
the
grief
which
struggled
in
her
heart
.
"
But
,
in
a
word
,
what
are
you
going
to
do
?
"
asked
she
.
