"You are still my friend, Le Gardeur?" Her eyes turned upon him
with the old look she could so well assume.
"I am more than a thousand friends, Angelique!" replied he; "but I
shall curse myself that I can remain so and see you the wife of
another."
The very thought drove him to frenzy. He dashed her hand away and
sprang up towards the door, but turned suddenly round. "That curse
was not for you, Angelique!" said he, pale and agitated; "it was for
myself, for ever believing in the empty love you professed for me.
Good-by! Be happy! As for me, the light goes out of my life,
Angelique, from this day forth."
"Oh, stop! stop, Le Gardeur! do not leave me so!" She rose and
endeavored to restrain him, but he broke from her, and without adieu
or further parley rushed out bareheaded into the street. She ran to
the balcony to call him back, and leaning far over it, cried out,
"Le Gardeur! Le Gardeur!" That voice would have called him from
the dead could he have heard it, but he was already lost in the
darkness. A few rapid steps resounded on the distant pavement, and
Le Gardeur de Repentigny was lost to her forever!
She waited long on the balcony, looking over it for a chance of
hearing his returning steps, but none came.
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