Then you will be the last thing I shall see on earth." At this he hesitated a moment; then, with a fierce stamp at what he thought was weakness, he levelled a pistol at her.
She put up her hands with a piteous cry, "Oh! not my face, Camille! pray do not disfigure my face.

Here--kill me here--in my bosom--my heart that loved you well, when it was no sin to love you." "I can't shoot you.

I can't spill your blood.

The river will end all, and not disfigure your beauty, that has driven me mad, and cost you, poor wretch, your life." "Thank you, dear Camille.

The water does not frighten me as a pistol does; it will not hurt me; it will only kill me." "No, it is but a plunge, and you will be at peace forever; and so shall I.Come, take my hand, Madame Raynal, Madame Raynal." She gave him her hand with a look of infinite love.