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as he took in warm, close clasp one
of her cold, nerveless hands.
Still she did not speak.

Still she did not speak.
"You are angry, perhaps, and per-
haps you have cause for anger" a
quick sigh escaping his lips.
Goodbye" she said, hoarsely, her
face averted from his earnest gaze.
"Only a single word, Victorine !?
Can you part with me so coldly after
all these long weeks we have been to-
gether? All, 1 see that you really care
little whether go or stay. And II
shall never forget you, Victorine, or
the tenderness with which you nursed
me back to health again. remember
what vision of loveliness you seemed
/ to me when Iopened my eyes and saw
! you bending over me. I blessed my
good fortune in having been found
after my fall by your father. Surely
no other father and daughter could
have been SO kind. Nowhere else
/ could 1 have been nursed so tenderly.
And after ten weeks Of intimate COM
panionship you bid me good bye as you
would stranger of yesterday"
Still she did not move or speak, and
the hand he held remained unrespon-
siye to his clasp.
"You may never see me again, Vic
torine," he continued. "Our paths
lie far apart. Let me hear you say
that you do not regret having known
me-"
why should regret t?' she asked,
turning suddenly and facing him.
Y You have been here ten weeks, but
in that time you have told us nothing
of yourself save that your name is
Hugo Lascelles. You say we have
been kind to you, but you have not re-
warded our kindness by giving us your
confidence. Do you think l owe you
lasting remembrance? Do you think
that you deserve that I should carry
your image here" laying her hand on
her heart.
The young man appeared to hesi-
! tate; then he said, slowly:
at is as well, perhaps, that you
should forget me. Forgive me if my
reticence has wounded you. Idare not
attempt any justification. But it
grows late. Farewell, Victorine
When the sun rises tomorrow 1 will
be far on my road to Paris
Farewell" she said, coldly.
| She heard him turn and walk away;
but she made no effort to recall him.
She stood where he had left her, silent.
motionless, her head bent forward on
her breast; the long, silken fringes Of
her eyelids resting on her pale cheeks.
1t was only when the sound cf his
footsteps had died away that she
raised her head and looked about her.
"Hugol Hugo.r' She breathed the
i
words rather than spoke them. "Gonel
gonel never in this life shall we meet
againp'
She went into the cabin and lighted
a candle. As she did so she perceived
sheet Of paper lying open on the
table. She picked it up, and found
upon it few lines from her father.
"Ih have gone away, and cannot tell when
! | may return. You are safe in the cabin
Remain there until your provisions give cut
Then raise the fifth board il the floor count
1 ing from the fireplace, and take the bag you
will find there. 1t contains sufficient money
to last you several years"
"While talked with Hugo he came
and left this" she murmured. "His
daughter is as nothing to him COM
pared with his desire for power. He
has left me alone to live or die, as the
good God may see fit. And, had
only dared to speak, I might have won
both love and station. One word
would have bridged the gulf between
Hugo and me. Oh, fatherl fatherl
your secret has proved my doom"
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On the morning of Friday, June 20,
s1S48, the city of Paris presented a
scene Of horror seldom elualed. In
/ the eastern half Of the city every
street had its battle, and every stone of
the barrieades was spotted with human
gore. Ea.h window was a loophole
from which flashel the leaden aath.
The fight ragged from house to house,
from chamber to chamber. Men fred
at a,h other from the parapets on the
roofs, and the dead bodies fell heavily
on the streets below. Every atrocity
of civil war or known among savages
was perpetrated on the prisoners by
the insurgents. Beaten from barri-
cade to barricade, they were unable to
guard their captives, and condemned
them to die as fratricides. The Young
men of the Mobile guard, nearly all
natives Of Paris, and heroes Of the
barricades Of the preceding February,
were treated by the insurgents as
traitors. Some Of them were de-
oapitated, and their heads stuck on
/ pixies, and, surmounted by the military
hat, served as banners on the heights
of several barricades. In the Pantheon,
near the tomb of Volta;re, Mobile
guard was crucifed. At other points
they were disemboweled and placed in
front of the barricades to strike their
comrades with horror