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Daniel pointed at the body. "Dead?" said the officer. "Then I have nothing more to do here." He was going out, when Malgat stopped him. "I beg your pardon, sir," he said. "I wish to state that I am not Ravinet, dealer in curiosities; but that my true name is Malgat, formerly cashier of the Mutual Discount Society, sentenced in contumaciam to ten years' penal servitude.
The cashier, an unfortunate man by the name of Malgat, replied that every thing was ready; but, the moment the president had turned his back, he took a sheet of paper, and wrote something like this: "'Forgive me, I have been an honest man forty years long; now a fatal passion has made me mad.
"They knew, therefore, that they must succeed or sink in the coming year. And, thus driven to bay, they were doubly to be feared. They were determined to fall furiously upon the first victim that should pass within reach, when chance brought to them the unlucky cashier of the Mutual Discount Society, Malgat." For a few moments the fatigue of the old dealer seemed to have disappeared.
And do you not see, that for the privilege of being loved by me as I love you, and were it but for a day, Malgat would again rob his employers, and the count would again give all his millions, and his honor itself?" She said this; but at the same time she had slipped one of her hands behind her back, and was feeling for the knob of the door.
The impression was so strong, that I could not help telling M. Elgin how sure I was this man would turn out a bad man, and that he ought not to trust him in money-matters." Daniel listened with breathless attention. This description of Malgat impressed his portrait so deeply on his mind, that he thought he saw him before his eyes, and would certainly recognize him if he should ever meet him.
Planix, Malgat, and Kergrist ought to have taught me what becomes of people who really love." Then looking at Daniel, she went on, "And you you will know what you have lost when I am no more. I may die; but the memory of my love will never die: it will rankle ever in you like a wound which opens daily afresh, and becomes constantly sorer.
But Sir Thorn, in the haughtiest tone possible, asked him how he could dare think of such a thing, and presume that he could ever be a fit match for a young lady who had a dower of two hundred thousand dollars. "Malgat left with tottering steps, despair in his heart, and resolved to kill himself.
"However, somebody who used to be intimate with Malgat has assured me that he met him one day in Dronot Street, before the great auction- mart. The man said he recognized him, although he seemed to be most artistically disguised.
His letter to the navy department has, no doubt, proved it to you. "Seeing Malgat thus stupefied, Sarah took the word, and said, "'Look here, my dear; I'll give you some advice. Here are ten thousand francs: take them, and run for your life. It is time yet to take the train for Brussels. "But he rose, and said, "'No! There is nothing left for me but to die. May my blood come upon you!
I felt only pity for the poor man; and I besought him to give the wretch the means to escape. But he was inflexible. Seeing, however, how excited I was, he tried to reassure me by telling me that Malgat would certainly not come, that he would not dare to expect an answer to such a letter." She pressed both her hands on her heart, as if to still its beating; and then continued, in a weak voice,
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