"It is time!" "For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. Milky sunlight spilled on the floor. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. That he had resolved upon its execution, whatever it might be, was evident from his saying aloud,— "I will do it. ‘And if you like, I will tell you why. The fellow is little better than a lunatic. ‘No, no, Jacques, you have done very right. ” “Quite. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire.
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