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Rh each other now. Love me, Constance, in your memory. . ."

"Yes . . ."

"Just as I shall continue to love you. There! Just because we suffered through each other in this life, we shall now love each other."

"Yes, oh, yes!"

"Kiss me, my dear. And . . . and forgive the old man."

"Yes . . ."

"Even if he . . ."

"Yes, oh yes! . . ."

"Never forgives. For he will never, he will never forgive!"

"I forgive him, I forgive him!"

"Then all is well. Let him come in now: him . . . and my child, my son, Henri . . . and him . . . the child . . . our child. . . ."

Constance rose from her knees; she stumbled, sobbing, across the dark room. She groped for the door, opened it: the light of the lamps streamed in.

"Mamma is asking for you," she stammered through her tears. "For you . . . and Henri . . . and Addie. . . ."

Death entered the room with them. . ..