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She opened her eyes and then closed them, as if the light troubled them; then, extending her arms, she passed them about Octave's neck as he leaned over her; she remained thus for some time, breathing quietly and to all appearances sleeping. Suddenly she said: "You will give me your pin, will you not?" "Is not all that I have yours?" he replied, in a low tone.
It may be that Clemence had no great desire that her aunt should awaken; perhaps she wished to avoid a conversation; perhaps she wished to enjoy in silence the happiness of feeling that she was still loved, for since he had seated himself beside her Octave's slightest action had become a renewed avowal.
Gerfaut glanced at Clemence again, and said, as he pointed to her: "Shall you leave her without any aid in this condition? It is cruel." "It is not from cruelty, but out of pity," replied the Baron, coldly; "she will awake only too soon." Octave's heart was intensely oppressed, but he managed to conceal his emotion. He hesitated no longer and stepped out.
"All this is very well," answered she; "but the Count has decided that Sabine is to become the wife of M. de Breulh-Faverlay, and I have no voice in the matter." "But if you exert your influence?" The Countess shook her head. "Once on a time," said she sadly, "I reigned supreme over Octave's heart; I was the leading spirit of his existence.
It was, in a way, by reflection that Octave's passion reached Clemence. Every few moments she learned some detail of this indirect attack, to which it was impossible for her to raise any objections. "Monsieur de Gerfaut has promised to spend a fortnight longer with us," said her aunt to her, in a jeering tone.
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