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Albert
turned
frightfully
pale
;
he
endeavored
to
speak
,
but
the
words
died
on
his
lips
.
"
My
friend
,
"
said
Beauchamp
,
in
the
most
affectionate
tone
,
"
I
should
gladly
make
an
apology
;
but
,
alas
,
"
--
"
But
what
?
"
"
The
paragraph
was
correct
,
my
friend
.
"
"
What
?
That
French
officer
"
--
"
Yes
.
"
"
Fernand
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
The
traitor
who
surrendered
the
castle
of
the
man
in
whose
service
he
was
"
--
"
Pardon
me
,
my
friend
,
that
man
was
your
father
!
"
Albert
advanced
furiously
towards
Beauchamp
,
but
the
latter
restrained
him
more
by
a
mild
look
than
by
his
extended
hand
.
"
My
friend
,
"
said
he
,
"
here
is
a
proof
of
it
.
"
