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Reade, Charles, 1814-1884

"White Lies"

A light from heaven shows me my path.
I am full of passion, but like you I have honor. You are Raynal's wife,
and--Raynal saved my life."
"Ah! is it possible? When? where? may Heaven bless him for it!"
"Ask HIM; and say I told you of it--I have not strength to tell it you,
but I will go to-night."
Then Josephine, who had resisted till all her strength was gone,
whispered with a blush that it was too late to get a conveyance.
"I need none to carry my sword, my epaulets, and my love for you. I
shall go on foot."
Josephine said nothing, but she began to walk slower and slower. And
so the unfortunate pair came along creeping slowly with drooping heads
towards the gate of the Pleasaunce. There their last walk in this world
must end. Many a man and woman have gone to the scaffold with hearts
less heavy and more hopeful than theirs.
"Dry your eyes, Josephine," said Camille with a deep sigh. "They are all
out on the Pleasaunce."
"No, I will not dry my eyes," cried Josephine, almost violently. "I care
for nothing now."
The baroness, the doctor, and Rose, were all in the Pleasaunce: and as
the pair came in, lo! every eye was bent on Josephine.


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