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The Promise.

           

           "Iamgoingtohavethehonoroftakingmyleaveofyou,mademoiselle,solemnlyassuringyouthatIwishyourlifemaybesocalm,sohappy,andsofullyoccupied,thattheremaybenoplaceformeeveninyourmemory."

           "Oh!"murmuredValentine.

           "Adieu,Valentine,adieu!"saidMorrel,bowing.

           "Whereareyougoing?"criedtheyounggirl,extendingherhandthroughtheopening,andseizingMaximilianbyhiscoat,forsheunderstoodfromherownagitatedfeelingsthatherlover’scalmnesscouldnotbereal;"whereareyougoing?"

           "Iamgoing,thatImaynotbringfreshtroubleintoyourfamily:andtosetanexamplewhicheveryhonestanddevotedman,situatedasIam,mayfollow."

           "Beforeyouleaveme,tellmewhatyouaregoingtodo,Maximilian."Theyoungmansmiledsorrowfully."Speak,speak!"saidValentine;"Ientreatyou."

           "Hasyourresolutionchanged,Valentine?"

           "Itcannotchange,unhappyman;youknowitmustnot!"criedtheyounggirl."Thenadieu,Valentine!"Valentineshookthegatewithastrengthofwhichshecouldnothavebeensupposedtobepossessed,asMorrelwasgoingaway,andpassingbothherhandsthroughtheopening,sheclaspedandwrungthem."Imustknowwhatyoumeantodo!"saidshe."Whereareyougoing?"

           "Oh,fearnot,"saidMaximilian,stoppingatashortdistance,"Idonotintendtorenderanothermanresponsiblefortherigorousfatereservedforme.

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