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Автор: Hope Anthony
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if you could!"

      "I will, or die in the attempt. Tell me how!" And the Captain kissed the hand that he had captured.

      "There are conditions."

      "Not too hard?"

      "First, you must n't breathe a word to the Count of having seen me or – or anybody else."

      "I should n't have done that, anyhow," remarked Dieppe, with a sudden twinge of conscience.

      "Secondly, you must never try to see me, except when I give you leave."

      "I won't try, I will only long," said the Captain.

      "Thirdly, you must ask no questions."

      "It is too soon to ask the only one which I would n't pledge myself at your bidding never to ask."

      "To whom," inquired the lady, "do you conceive yourself to be speaking, Captain Dieppe?" But the look that accompanied the rebuke was not very severe.

      "Tell me what I must do," implored the Captain.

      She looked at him very kindly, partly because he was a handsome fellow, partly because it was her way; and she said with the prettiest, simplest air, as though she were making the most ordinary request and never thought of a refusal:

      "Will you give me fifty thousand francs?"

      "I would give you a million thousand – but I have only fifty."

      "It would be your all, then! Oh, I should n't like to – "

      "You misunderstand me, madame. I have fifty francs, not fifty thousand."

      "Oh!" said she, frowning. Then she laughed a little; then, to Dieppe's indescribable agony, her eyes filled with tears and her lips quivered. She put her hand up to her eyes; Dieppe heard a sob.

      "For God's sake – " he whispered.

      "Oh, I can't help it," she said, and she sobbed again; but now she did not try to hide her face. She looked up in the Captain's, conquering her sobs, but unable to restrain her tears. "It's not my fault, and it is so hard on me," she wailed. Then she suddenly jumped back, crying, "Oh, what were you going to do?" and regarding the Captain with reproachful alarm.

      "I don't know," said Dieppe in some confusion, as he straightened himself again. "I could n't help it; you aroused my sympathy," he explained – for what the explanation might be worth.

      "You won't be able to help me," she murmured, "unless – unless – "

      "What?"

      "Well, unless you 're able to help it, you know."

      "I will think," promised Dieppe, "of my friend the Count."

      "Of the – ? Oh yes, of course." There never was such a face for changes – she was smiling now. "Yes, think of your friend the Count, that will be capital. Oh, but we 're wasting time!"

      "On the contrary, madame," the Captain assured her with overwhelming sincerity.

      "Yes, we are. And we 're not safe here. Suppose the Count saw us!"

      "Why, yes, that would be – "

      "That would be fatal," said she decisively, and the Captain did not feel himself in a position to contradict her. He contented himself with taking her hand again and pressing it softly. Certainly she made a man feel very sympathetic.

      "But I must see you again – "

      "Indeed I trust so, madame."

      "On business."

      "Call it what you will, so that – "

      "Not here. Do you know the village? No? Well, listen. If you go through the village, past the inn and up the hill, you will come to a Cross by the roadside. Strike off from that across the grass, again uphill. When you reach the top you will find a hollow, and in it a shepherd's hut – deserted. Meet me there at dusk to-morrow, about six, and I will tell you how to help me."

      "I will be there," said the Captain.

      The lady held out both her hands – small, white, ungloved, and unringed. The Captain's eyes rested a moment on the finger that should have worn the golden band which united her to his friend the Count. It was not there; she had sent it back – with the marriage contract. With a sigh, strangely blended of pain and pleasure, he bent and kissed her hands. She drew them away quickly, gave a nervous little laugh, and ran off. The Captain watched her till she disappeared round the corner of the barricade, and then with another deep sigh betook himself to his own quarters.

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