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The Promise.

           Willtheynotsignit?"

           "No,"saidtheparalytic.Notwithstandingthatassurance,Morrelstillhesitated.Thispromiseofanimpotentoldmanwassostrangethat,insteadofbeingtheresultofthepowerofhiswill,itmightemanatefromenfeebledorgans.Isitnotnaturalthatthemadman,ignorantofhisfolly,shouldattemptthingsbeyondhispower?Theweakmantalksofburdenshecanraise,thetimidofgiantshecanconfront,thepooroftreasureshespends,themosthumblepeasant,intheheightofhispride,callshimselfJupiter.WhetherNoirtierunderstoodtheyoungman’sindecision,orwhetherhehadnotfullconfidenceinhisdocility,helookeduneasilyathim."Whatdoyouwish,sir?"askedMorrel;"thatIshouldrenewmypromiseofremainingtranquil?"Noirtier’seyeremainedfixedandfirm,asiftoimplythatapromisedidnotsuffice;thenitpassedfromhisfacetohishands.

           "ShallIsweartoyou,sir?"askedMaximilian.

           "Yes,"saidtheparalyticwiththesamesolemnity.Morrelunderstoodthattheoldmanattachedgreatimportancetoanoath.Heextendedhishand.

           "Isweartoyou,onmyhonor,"saidhe,"toawaityourdecisionrespectingthecourseIamtopursuewithM.d’Epinay."

           "Thatisright,"saidtheoldman.

           "Now,"saidMorrel,"doyouwishmetoretire?"

           "Yes."

           "WithoutseeingMademoiselleValentine?"

           "Yes

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