eant to  one little e o er, t ate of ake slaug at t han I now rue mine. ill you ever forgive me?”

    Reader, I forgave  t and on t. true pity in one, suc not in  out my ’s core.

    “You kno my continued silence and tameness, t rathan of will.

    “Yes, sir.”

    “tell me so roundly and s spare me.”

    “I cannot: I am tired and sick. I  some er.”  of saking me in airs. At first I did not knoo  t o my lips; I tasted it and revived; te sometting in e near. “If I could go out of life no too s ; “t o make t of cracking my -strings in rending ter’s. I must leave  appears. I do not  to leave  leave him.”

    “how are you now, Jane?”

    “Mucter, sir; I shall be well soon.”

    “taste the wine again, Jane.”

    I obeyed  table, stood before me, and looked at me attentively. Suddenly urned aiculate exclamation, full of passionate emotion of some kind;  tooped too kiss me; but I remembered caresses urned my face a his aside.

    “!—ily. “O kiss ted?”

    “At any rate, ther room nor claim for me, sir.”

    “rouble of mucalking; I will answer for you—Because I ly?”

    “Yes.”

    “If you t range opinion of me; you must regard me as a plotting profligate—a base and loerested love in order to drao a snare deliberately laid, and strip you of .  do you say to t? I see you can say not place, you are faint still, and o do to dra yet accustom yourself to accuse and revile me, and besides, tes of tears are opened, and t if you spoke muco expostulate,