Your hearts will melt together in that blessed union which raises earth
so near to heaven; and then you will wonder you could ever be jealous of
poor Josephine, who must never hope--ah, me!"
Edouard, wrapped up in himself, mistook Josephine's emotion at the
picture she had drawn of conjugal love. He soothed her, and vowed upon
his honor he never would separate Rose from her.
"Madame Raynal," said he, "you are an angel, and I am a fiend. Jealousy
must be the meanest of all sentiments. I never will be jealous again,
above all, of you, sweet angel. Why, you are my sister as well as hers,
and she has a right to love you, for I love you myself."
"You make me very happy when you talk so," sighed Josephine. "Peace is
made?"
"Never again to be broken. I will go and ask her pardon. What is the
matter now?"
For Jacintha was cackling very loud, and dismissing with ignominy two
beggars, male and female.
She was industry personified, and had no sympathy with mendicity. In
vain the couple protested, Heaven knows with what truth, that they were
not beggars, but mechanics out of work.
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