13/25 It is the sight of you, Monsieur, that rouses fury and unbelief. We ought never to meet again." "I will go at once," making a movement to rise. You will do well to listen, as I swear to God I shall never address a word to you again. Your death-bed shall be no more to me than my heart has been to you. Ah, could I but find a way to wring your heart as you have wrung mine! You have wasted your time. |