I swear by your mother's memory!" he cried, shedding tears.
Marguerite turned away her head, unable to bear the sight.

Claes, thinking she meant to yield, flung himself on his knees beside her.
"Marguerite, Marguerite! give it to me--give it!" he cried.

"What are sixty thousand francs against eternal remorse?
See, I shall die, this will kill me.

Listen, my word is sacred.

If I fail now I will abandon my labors; I will leave Flanders,--France even, if you demand it; I will go away and toil like a day-laborer to recover, sou by sou, the fortunes I have lost, and restore to my children all that Science has taken from them." Marguerite tried to raise her father, but he persisted in remaining on his knees, and continued, still weeping:-- "Be tender and obedient for this last time! If I do not succeed, I will myself declare your hardness just.