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The Story.

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           "Nextdaynextday,sir,youmusthaveseenplainenoughwhattheyhadbeendoing,yetyousaidnothing,thoughyouwerepresentwhenDanteswasarrested."

           "Yes,sir,Iwasthere,andveryanxioustospeak;butDanglarsrestrainedme.‘Ifheshouldreallybeguilty,’saidhe,‘anddidreallyputintotheIslandofElba;ifheisreallychargedwithaletterfortheBonapartistcommitteeatParis,andiftheyfindthisletteruponhim,thosewhohavesupportedhimwillpassforhisaccomplices.’IconfessIhadmyfears,inthestateinwhichpoliticsthenwere,andIheldmytongue.Itwascowardly,Iconfess,butitwasnotcriminal."

           "Iunderstandyouallowedmatterstotaketheircourse,thatwasall."

           "Yes,sir,"answeredCaderousse;"andremorsepreysonmenightandday.IoftenaskpardonofGod,Isweartoyou,becausethisaction,theonlyonewithwhichIhaveseriouslytoreproachmyselfinallmylife,isnodoubtthecauseofmyabjectcondition.Iamexpiatingamomentofselfishness,andsoIalwayssaytoLaCarconte,whenshecomplains,‘Holdyourtongue,woman;itisthewillofGod.’"AndCaderoussebowedhisheadwitheverysignofrealrepentance.

           "Well,sir,"saidtheabbe,"youhavespokenunreservedly;andthustoaccuseyourselfistodeservepardon."

           "Unfortunately,Edmondisdead,andhasnotpardonedme."

           "Hedidnotknow,"saidtheabbe.

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