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 to felicity; to-morrow, to-morrow at this hour, oh, Madeline! and I shall be far, far distant from this spot!—I shall only behold this lovely face in idea:—tell me (he continued, taking her hand, and looking at her with the most touching softness), when I am gone, may I hope sometimes to be remembered, as a friend?—to think of living in the memory of those I love, would be to me a soothing pleasure, the only pleasure I can enjoy."

Madeline promised not to forget him; 'twas a promise her heart told her she would truly perform. De Sevignie still lingered after receiving it;—"I must be gone at last (cried he); every moment I stay but increases my reluctance to depart. Oh, Madeline! no words can express my heaviness of heart at thus bidding a last adieu to" He paused—but his eyes expressed what his tongue left unfinished. Madeline sat down; her tears fell in spite of her efforts to restrain them: de Sevignie grasped her hands in his;