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The Promise.

           Andremembermylifedependsonyouranswer.Whatdoyouintenddoing?"Valentinehelddownherhead;shewasoverwhelmed.

           "Listen,"saidMorrel;"itisnotthefirsttimeyouhavecontemplatedourpresentposition,whichisaseriousandurgentone;Idonotthinkitisamomenttogivewaytouselesssorrow;leavethatforthosewholiketosufferattheirleisureandindulgetheirgriefinsecret.Therearesuchintheworld,andGodwilldoubtlessrewardtheminheavenfortheirresignationonearth,butthosewhomeantocontendmustnotloseonepreciousmoment,butmustreturnimmediatelytheblowwhichfortunestrikes.Doyouintendtostruggleagainstourill-fortune?Tellme,ValentineforitisthatIcametoknow."

           Valentinetrembled,andlookedathimwithamazement.Theideaofresistingherfather,hergrandmother,andallthefamily,hadneveroccurredtoher."Whatdoyousay,Maximilian?"askedValentine."Whatdoyoumeanbyastruggle?Oh,itwouldbeasacrilege.What?Iresistmyfather’sorder,andmydyinggrandmother’swish?Impossible!"Morrelstarted."Youaretoonoblenottounderstandme,andyouunderstandmesowellthatyoualreadyyield,dearMaximilian.No,no;Ishallneedallmystrengthtostrugglewithmyselfandsupportmygriefinsecret,asyousay.Buttogrievemyfathertodisturbmygrandmother’slastmomentsnever!"

           "Youareright,"saidMorrel,calmly.

           "Inwhatatoneyouspeak!"criedValentine.

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