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I don't." "Nay, citoyenne, I offer you a chance of saving the brother you love from the consequences of his own folly." Marguerite's face softened, her eyes at last grew moist, as she murmured, half to herself: "The only being in the world who has loved me truly and constantly.

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But what do you want me to do, Chauvelin ?" she said, with a world of despair in her tear-choked voice.