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very stiff, and no doubt the spelling will be atrocious. But you'11 understand, because you always understand everything."

"My darling," he said, "when first I met you, I thought of you always as the Ondine, remote, and fairy-like, and rather treacherous . . . then, when I became your lover, I knew the real Lina, some one warm-hearted and passionate, and gay, and understanding . . . that's how I'll think of you, during the time that we are parted—as a mistress and as a comrade, with all the finest qualities of both. And I shall dread waking up in the morning, because you won't be by my side. And I shall send you kisses, across the sea. And, Lina "

"Here's Marie."

"As usual, she's falling over everything."

"Mais en fin," Marie protested, "it's not my fault, if you will insist on sitting in the dark. And Jean is here, and the luggage is ready."

She lighted the lamps. When she discovered them, nestled together in one chair, pale, defenseless, weeping, she was for a moment disconcerted.

Ah, mais voyons! Monsieur is only going away for a short time, isn't he?"

"Yes," Guy said.

Yet they remained together, clasped like children in each other's arms, so white, so terrified and so woebegone that even Marie's placid Flemish heart was touched.

"Oh, I can't go!" he cried in despair. "It's asking too much. I can't, I can't!"

"Oh, Marie," Lina said, "do you hear what he says. He says that he can't go, and why should he? I can't bear to part with him, you know that I can't 1 Surely, surely he needn't go?"

"Isn't it true that Monsieur le Marquis is ill?" Marie demanded.

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