Theyembracedandparted。Astheclatterofhoofsinthecourt-
yarddiedaway，theLadySelinasankintothechairshehadjustquitted。
\"Theseventeenth，\"sherepeatedslowly，withthesamefatefulshudder。\"Ah！——whatifheshouldknowthatIhaveanotherhusbandliving？DareIrevealtohimthatIhavetwolegitimateandthreenaturalchildren？DareIrepeattohimthehistoryofmyyouth？
DareIconfessthatattheageofsevenIpoisonedmysister，byputtingverdigrisinhercream-tarts，——thatIthrewmycousinfromaswingattheageoftwelve？Thatthelady’s-maidwhoincurredthedispleasureofmygirlhoodnowliesatthebottomofthehorse-
pond？No！no！heistoopure，——toogood，——tooinnocent，tohearsuchimproperconversation！\"andherwholebodywrithedassherockedtoandfroinaparoxysmofgrief。