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"
Suddenly
turning
pale
,
she
gasped
:
"
Come
,
enough
of
this
childishness
!
Let
us
talk
of
something
else
.
"
But
he
fell
upon
his
knees
before
her
.
She
tried
to
rise
;
he
prevented
her
by
twining
his
arms
about
her
waist
,
and
repeated
in
a
passionate
voice
:
"
Yes
,
it
is
true
that
I
have
loved
you
madly
for
some
time
.
Do
not
answer
me
.
I
am
mad
--
I
love
you
.
Oh
,
if
you
knew
how
I
love
you
!
"
She
could
utter
no
sound
;
in
her
agitation
she
repulsed
him
with
both
hands
,
for
she
could
feel
his
breath
upon
her
cheek
.
He
rose
suddenly
and
attempted
to
embrace
her
,
but
gaining
her
liberty
for
a
moment
,
she
escaped
him
and
ran
from
chair
to
chair
.
He
,
considering
such
pursuit
beneath
his
dignity
,
sank
into
a
chair
,
buried
his
face
in
his
hands
,
and
feigned
to
sob
convulsively
.
Then
he
rose
,
cried
:
"
Adieu
,
adieu
!
"
and
fled
.
In
the
hall
he
took
his
cane
calmly
and
left
the
house
saying
:
"
Cristi
!
I
believe
she
loves
me
!
"
He
went
at
once
to
the
telegraph
office
to
send
a
message
to
Clotilde
,
appointing
a
rendezvous
for
the
next
day
.
On
entering
the
house
at
his
usual
time
,
he
said
to
his
wife
:
"
Well
,
is
everyone
coming
to
dinner
?
"
She
replied
:
"
Yes
,
all
but
Mme.
Walter
,
who
is
uncertain
as
to
whether
she
can
come
.
She
acted
very
strangely
.
Never
mind
,
perhaps
she
can
manage
it
anyway
.
"
He
replied
:
"
She
will
come
.
"
