Zibeline — Volume 1 by marquis de Philippe Massa
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at your disposal the amount of the sum you lost last night."
The blood rose to the cheeks of the young officer. "I--I" he stammered, pressing convulsively the hands of his brother-in- law. "Shall I let you pay the ransom for my madness and folly? Shall I a second time despoil my sister, already robbed by me of one half her rightful share? I should die of shame! Or, rather--wait a moment! Let us reverse our situations for an instant, and if you will swear to me that, were you in my place, you would accept--Ah, you see! You hesitate as much now as you hesitated little a moment ago in your simple and cordial burst of generosity: Consequently, I refuse!" "What do you mean to do, then?" "To sell Prerolles immediately-to-day, if possible. This determination troubles you because of the grief it will cause Jeanne. It will grieve me, too. And the courage to tell this to her is the only effort to which my strength is unequal. Only you can tell it in such a way as to soften the blow--" "I will try to do it," said the Duke. "I thank you! As to the personal belongings and the family portraits, their place is at Montgeron, is it not?" "That is understood. Now, one word more, Henri." "Speak!" |
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