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She lifted up her head, and, looking around, exclaimed, with an air of consternation, "Is he gone?"

She arose, and with more firmness, said, "He is right! I meant not,—and I ought not to see him any more;—though dearer to my eyes is his sight, than life or light!—"

Looking, then, earnestly forwards, as if seeking him, "Farewell, Oh Albert!" she cried: "We now, indeed, are parted for ever! To see thee again, would sink me into the lowest abyss of contempt,—and I would far rather bear thy hatred!—Yet hatred?—from that soul of humanity!—what violence must be put upon its nature! And how cruel to reverse such ineffable philanthropy!—No!—hate me not, my Albert!—It shall be my own care that thou shalt not despise me!"

Slowly she then walked away, followed silently by Juliet, who durst not address her. Anxiously she looked around, till, at some distance, she de-

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