I surrender it into your hands.

You may destroy it.

I shall formally and before a notary renounce it.

It shall be as if it had not been." The Marquis took the paper, unfolded it deliberately amid a breathless silence and glanced rapidly over it.
"Even so," he admitted.
He looked up at the gallant, magnanimous young Frenchman with more interest and more care than before; he noticed how pale and haggard and weak he appeared.

He appreciated it for the first time.