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THE BITER BITTEN.
Madelinette was faint, and, sitting down, she drank the wine feebly, then leaned her head against the back of the chair, her face turned from Fournel.
"Forgive me, if you can," he said.

"You have this to comfort you, that if friendship is a boon in this world you have an honest friend in George Fournel." She made a gesture of assent with her hand, but she did not speak.

Tears were stealing quietly down her cold face.

For a moment so, in silence, and then she rose to her feet, and pulled down over her face the veil she wore.