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THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING
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gesture towards him, and her face lighting with sympathy.
"I was struck too hard"
She touched his arm and said gently: "Some are hurt in one way and some in another; all are hurt some time, but"
"You shall have your way," he interrupted, and moved apart.
"Ah, Monsieur, Monsieur, it is a noble act," she hurriedly rejoined, then with a sudden cry rushed towards him, for he was lighting the will at the flame of a candle near him.
"But no, no, no, you shall not do it," she cried. "I only asked it for while he lives—ah!"
She collapsed with a cry of despair, for he had held the flaming paper above her reach, and its ashes were now scattering on the floor.
"You will let me give you some wine?" he said quietly, and poured out a glassful.
