"I cannot," she whispered; "I cannot.
Go," she continued, a spasm distorting her features.

"Go, Monsieur.
Leave me.

It is over." "What ?" he exclaimed.

"You promised him ?" She bowed her head.
"Then," the young man cried, in a transport of resentment, "I will be no part of the price.

See! There! And there!" He tore the white sleeve wholly from his arm, and, rending it in twain, flung it on the floor and trampled on it.