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"
You
will
not
refuse
me
now
?
"
"
Now
more
than
ever
!
"
"
Be
it
so
!
Before
this
time
to-morrow
--
and
,
by
Heaven
!
I
mean
it
--
before
this
time
to-morrow
,
you
shall
stand
in
the
witness-box
?
"
"
Vile
spy
!
Anywhere
but
in
your
presence
!
Out
of
my
sight
!
This
instant
,
or
I
call
my
father
!
"
"
You
need
n't
put
yourself
to
the
trouble
.
I
'm
not
going
to
embarrass
you
any
longer
with
my
company
--
so
disagreeable
to
you
.
I
leave
you
to
reflect
.
Perhaps
before
the
trial
comes
on
,
you
'll
see
fit
to
change
your
mind
.
If
so
,
I
hope
you
'll
give
notice
of
it
--
in
time
to
stay
the
summons
.
Good
night
,
Loo
!
I
'll
sleep
thinking
of
you
.
"
With
these
words
of
mockery
upon
his
lips
--
almost
as
bitter
to
himself
as
to
her
who
heard
them
--
Calhoun
strode
out
of
the
apartment
,
with
an
air
less
of
triumph
than
of
guilt
.
Louise
listened
,
until
his
footsteps
died
away
in
the
distant
corridor
.
Then
,
as
if
the
proud
angry
thoughts
hitherto
sustaining
her
had
become
suddenly
relaxed
,
she
sank
into
a
chair
;
and
,
with
both
hands
pressing
upon
her
bosom
,
tried
to
still
the
dread
throbbings
that
now
,
more
than
ever
,
distracted
it
.
It
is
the
dawn
of
another
day
.
The
Aurora
,
rising
rose-coloured
from
the
waves
of
a
West
Indian
sea
,
flings
its
sweetest
smile
athwart
the
savannas
of
Texas
.
Almost
on
the
same
instant
that
the
rosy
light
kisses
the
white
sand-dunes
of
the
Mexican
Gulf
,
does
it
salute
the
flag
on
Fort
Inge
,
nearly
a
hundred
leagues
distant
:
since
there
is
just
this
much
of
an
upward
inclination
between
the
coast
at
Matagorda
and
the
spurs
of
the
Guadalupe
mountains
,
near
which
stand
this
frontier
post
.
