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"
On
whom
,
then
!
--
on
me
?
"
"
On
you
?
Valentine
!
Oh
,
heaven
forbid
!
Woman
is
sacred
;
the
woman
one
loves
is
holy
.
"
"
On
yourself
,
then
,
unhappy
man
;
on
yourself
?
"
"
I
am
the
only
guilty
person
,
am
I
not
?
"
said
Maximilian
.
"
Maximilian
!
"
said
Valentine
,
"
Maximilian
,
come
back
,
I
entreat
you
!
"
He
drew
near
with
his
sweet
smile
,
and
but
for
his
paleness
one
might
have
thought
him
in
his
usual
happy
mood
.
"
Listen
,
my
dear
,
my
adored
Valentine
,
"
said
he
in
his
melodious
and
grave
tone
;
"
those
who
,
like
us
,
have
never
had
a
thought
for
which
we
need
blush
before
the
world
,
such
may
read
each
other
's
hearts
.
I
never
was
romantic
,
and
am
no
melancholy
hero
.
I
imitate
neither
Manfred
nor
Anthony
;
but
without
words
,
protestations
,
or
vows
,
my
life
has
entwined
itself
with
yours
;
you
leave
me
,
and
you
are
right
in
doing
so
--
I
repeat
it
,
you
are
right
;
but
in
losing
you
,
I
lose
my
life
.
"
The
moment
you
leave
me
,
Valentine
,
I
am
alone
in
the
world
.
My
sister
is
happily
married
;
her
husband
is
only
my
brother-inlaw
,
that
is
,
a
man
whom
the
ties
of
social
life
alone
attach
to
me
;
no
one
then
longer
needs
my
useless
life
.
This
is
what
I
shall
do
;
I
will
wait
until
the
very
moment
you
are
married
,
for
I
will
not
lose
the
shadow
of
one
of
those
unexpected
chances
which
are
sometimes
reserved
for
us
,
since
M.
Franz
may
,
after
all
,
die
before
that
time
,
a
thunderbolt
may
fall
even
on
the
altar
as
you
approach
it
--
nothing
appears
impossible
to
one
condemned
to
die
,
and
miracles
appear
quite
reasonable
when
his
escape
from
death
is
concerned
.
I
will
,
then
,
wait
until
the
last
moment
,
and
when
my
misery
is
certain
,
irremediable
,
hopeless
,
I
will
write
a
confidential
letter
to
my
brother-inlaw
,
another
to
the
prefect
of
police
,
to
acquaint
them
with
my
intention
,
and
at
the
corner
of
some
wood
,
on
the
brink
of
some
abyss
,
on
the
bank
of
some
river
,
I
will
put
an
end
to
my
existence
,
as
certainly
as
I
am
the
son
of
the
most
honest
man
who
ever
lived
in
France
.
"
Valentine
trembled
convulsively
;
she
loosened
her
hold
of
the
gate
,
her
arms
fell
by
her
side
,
and
two
large
tears
rolled
down
her
cheeks
.
The
young
man
stood
before
her
,
sorrowful
and
resolute
.
"
Oh
,
for
pity
's
sake
,
"
said
she
,
"
you
will
live
,
will
you
not
?
"
"
No
,
on
my
honor
,
"
said
Maximilian
;
"
but
that
will
not
affect
you
.
You
have
done
your
duty
,
and
your
conscience
will
be
at
rest
.
"
Valentine
fell
on
her
knees
,
and
pressed
her
almost
bursting
heart
.
"
Maximilian
,
"
said
she
,
"
Maximilian
,
my
friend
,
my
brother
on
earth
,
my
true
husband
in
heaven
,
I
entreat
you
,
do
as
I
do
,
live
in
suffering
;
perhaps
we
may
one
day
be
united
.
"
