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208 and all I postpone. Farewell. Go! Leave me.

She waved me back, peremptorily. I echoed her "farewell" and obeyed.

This interview had not lasted, I think, more than ten minutes. I scaled the parkwall again, and reached the Dragon Volant before its doors were closed.

I lay awake in my bed, in a fever of elation. I saw, till the dawn broke, and chased the vision, the beautiful Countess de St. Alyre, always in the dark, before me.