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149 Bah!

But the siege - Arras. ..

'Twill take its chance. Grant but permission.

No !

Give me leave !

It were my duty to forbid you !

Ah!

You must go ! [Aside.] Christian stays here. [Aloud.] I would have you heroic - Antoine !

O heavenly word ! You love, then, him ? . ..

. . . For whom I trembled.

Ah ! I go then ! [He kisses her hand.] Are you content ?

Yes, my friend !