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the promised miracle has been wrought, only this is not the one which Father Alexis expected, since it has been the work of the God of nature." Stephane approached him, and taking his hands murmured: "Gilbert, Gilbert, let us fly--let us fly together! There is yet time!" But he only muttered: "I see through it all!" Then turning to Vladimir he said in a tone of authority, "Follow me, sir! It is right that Count Kostia should receive your last breath." Vladimir reflected for a moment, then rising, said: "You are right. I must see him again before I die; but give me your arm, for the poison begins to work and my legs are very weak." They began to walk, Stephane preceding them a few steps. At intervals, Vladimir would exclaim: "To die--to breathe no more--no more to see the sun--no more to remember--to forget all!" And then he added, "One thing disturbs my happiness. I am not sufficiently revenged!" At last his voice died upon his lips and his legs failed him. Gilbert was obliged to carry him on his shoulders, and was nearly giving out under the burden when he saw Father Alexis coming towards them breathless. He gave him no time to recover breath, but cried: "Take this man by the feet. I will support his shoulders. Forward! my good father, forward! We have no time to lose." Father Alexis hastened to comply with Gilbert's request, and they continued on their way with bowed heads and in gloomy silence. Stephane alone, with her cap drawn over her eyes, occasionally uttered disconnected words and alternately cast a furtive glance at Gilbert, or gazed sadly at the moon. Arriving at the castle, they crossed the court and ascended the stairs without meeting anyone; but entering the vestibule of the first story, in which all the lamps were lighted, they heard a noise of steps in the corridor which led to the square tower. "M. Leminof has returned," said Gilbert, trembling. "Father Alexis, carry this man to his room. I will go and speak to the Count, and will bring him to you in a moment." Then taking Stephane by the arm, he whispered to her: "In the name of Heaven, keep out of the way. Go down on the terrace and conceal yourself. Your father must not see you until he has heard me." "Do you think I am afraid, then?" she replied, and escaping from him, darted off in the direction of the corridor. Meanwhile Father Alexis had entered the room of Vladimir Paulitch, whom he sustained with difficulty in his trembling arms. At the moment he laid him upon his bed, a voice, which reached even to them, uttered these terrible words: "Ah! this is braving me too much! Let her die!" Then a sharp cry pierced the air, followed by the dull noise of a body falling heavily upon the floor. Father Alexis looked at Vladimir with horror. "The mother was not enough," cried he, "thou hast just killed the daughter!" And he sprang out of the room distracted. Vladimir sat up. An atrocious joy gleamed in his face; and recovering the use of his speech, he murmured, "My vengeance is complete!" But at these words a groan escaped him--the poison began to burn his vitals. Nevertheless he forgot his sufferings when he saw the Count appear, followed by the priest, and holding in his hand a sword, which he threw in the corner. "Count Kostia," cried the dying man, "what have you done with your daughter?" "I have killed her," answered he sternly, questioning him with his eyes. Vladimir remained silent a moment. "My good master," resumed he, "do you remember that Pauline whom I loved? Do you also remember having seen me crouched at your feet crying, 'Mercy! Mercy! for her and for me'? My good master, have you forgotten that corner of the street where you said to me one day: 'This woman is charming; but if your marriage is not broken off before evening, to-morrow she will learn from me who you are'? That day, Count Kostia Petrovitch, you had a happy and smiling air. Say, Kostia Petrovitch, do you recollect it?" The Count answered only by a disdainful smile. "Oh! most simple and most credulous of men," continued Vladimir, "how could you think that I would