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 "Go to Constantinople, my dear nephew; do me this favor, for which I shall be infinitely grateful; and at your return in six months, the wedding shall take place!"

Julia put on a very captivating little pout; but it was necessary, in spite of all, that Max should pack up his trunks, that he should go and visit the marble palaces on the Bosphorus, and perhaps many other places not less interesting.

Six months after this, the affianced lovers were married, but they wept in the willow bower; for counsellor Reutlinger had died of grief. His stony heart had broken, and on the agate heart placed in his monument, Max caused to be engraved these words:—"Repose in peace now and ever more!"