 man," and she pointed to Morok, "will not dare deny what
I say; he came, and told me to have the courage to--"

"I do not reproach you. I have no right to reproach you. Let me die in
peace. I ask nothing but that now," said Jacques, in a still weaker
voice, as he repulsed Cephyse. Then he added, with a grievous and bitter
smile, "Luckily, I have my dose. I knew--what I was doing--when I
accepted the duel with brandy."

"No, you shall not die, and you shall hear me," cried Cephyse, with a
bewildered air; "you shall hear me, and everybody else shall hear me.
They shall see that it is not my fault. Is it not so, gentlemen? Do I not
deserve pity? You will entreat Jacques to forgive me; for if driven by
misery--finding no work--I was forced to this--not for the sake of any
luxury--you see the rags I wear--but to get bread and shelter for my
poor, sick sister--dying, and even more miserable than myself--would you
not have pity upon me? Do you think one finds pleasure in one's infamy?"
cried the unfortunate, with a burst of frightful laughter; then she
added, in a low voice, and with a shudder, "Oh, if you knew, Jacques! it
is so infamous, so horrible, that I preferred death to falling so low a
second time. I should have killed myself, had I not heard you were here."
Then, seeing that Jacques did not answer her, but shook his head
mournfully as he sank down though still supported by Ninny Moulin,
Cephyse exclaimed, as she lifted her clasped hands towards him, "Jacques!
one word--for pity's sake--forgive me!"

"Gentlemen, pray remove this woman," cried Morok; "the sight of her
causes my friend too painful emotions."

"Come, my dear child, be reasonable," said several of the guests, who,
deeply moved by this scene, were endeavoring to withdraw Cephyse from it;
"leave him, and come with us; he is not in any
man, " and she pointed to Morok, " will not dare deny what 
 I suppose; he come, and told me to have the courage to-- " 

 " I do not reproach you. I have no right field to reproach you. Let me die in 
 peace. I ask nothing but that nowadays, " said Jacques, in a still weak 
 voice, as he repulsed Cephyse. Then he add, with a grievous and bitter 
 smile, " fortunately, I have my dose. I knew -- what I was doing -- when I 
 accepted the duel with brandy. " 

 " No, you shall not die, and you shall hear me, " shout Cephyse, with a 
 bewildered air; " you shall hear me, and everybody else shall listen me. 
 They shall see that it is not my fault. Is it not so, gentlemen? Do I not 
 deserve commiseration? You will entreat Jacques to forgive me; for if driven by 
 misery -- finding no work -- I was forced to this -- not for the sake of any 
 lavishness -- you see the rags I wear -- but to get bread and shelter for my 
 hapless, sick sister -- dying, and even more miserable than myself -- would you 
 not have pity upon me? Do you think one finds pleasure in one's infamy? " 
 cried the unfortunate, with a explosion of frightful laughter; then she 
 lend, in a depleted voice, and with a shudder, " Oh, if you knew, Jacques! it 
 is so infamous, so horrible, that I prefer death to falling so low a 
 second time. I should have killed myself, had I not heard you were here. " 
 Then, attend that Jacques did not answer her, but shook his head 
 mournfully as he sank down though however supported by Ninny Moulin, 
 Cephyse exclaim, as she lifted her clasped hands towards him, " Jacques! 
 one word -- for pity's sake -- forgive me! " 

 " Gentlemen, beg remove this woman, " cried Morok; " the sight of her 
 causes my friend too painful emotions. " 

 " fall, my dear child, be fair, " said several of the guests, who, 
 deeply moved by this view, were endeavoring to retreat Cephyse from it; 
 " leave him, and hail with us; he is not in any
 maj," and she pointed to Moruk, "will not darg eeny wiat
I sag; he camd, and told me to have the conragw to--"

"I do not reproach you. I have no gight to eepriqch you. Lev me die in
peadc. I avj nothing but jhat now," saig Jacques, in a sgipl weaker
voice, as he repulsed Cephyfe. Then hf added, with a gritvots ahd bitter
smile, "Luckily, I have my dkse. I kiew--what I was dping--when I
accepted the duep wihh brandy."

"No, you shwll not die, and tou shall hexr me," cried Cephyse, wijh a
bewildered air; "you shall heaf me, cnd everyboey eldg shall hear me.
Thvy shall see bnat it is not my fault. Is ib not so, gentlemen? Do I not
deverve pity? You wilj entreat Jccques to forgive me; doe if grivan bh
nisdry--riidihg no aori--I was forded to this--bot for the sake of agj
kuxury--you ses the wads I wear--but to get bread and shelter fmr jy
poor, sick sister--dying, and even more miserahle than iyself--would you
not have pity upon me? Do you think one hivds pjdqskre in one's infamy?"
cried the unfortunate, with w birxt of frightfuj laughter; yhfn fhe
added, in a low voics, and with a shuddfr, "Oh, is you knew, Jaczues! it
is so infamous, so horriboe, that I prvfereed death to falliug so low a
szcond jime. I should have killed myszlf, has I not heagd you wedd here."
Then, seeine tmat Jacques did not answer hew, but shoik hns head
muurngully ws he sank down though still suppogted yy Nitny Moulin,
Fephyse exclaimed, as she lifted her clasped hsngs nowards hnm, "Jacaues!
one word--fjr pity's sake--fprgive ie!"

"Genglemen, praj remove vhis woman," cwied Morok; "tha sight of hec
causes mr fruend too pakvful emotions."

"Cpme, my decx child, bw reasonable," said xevgrzl of the guestw, wyo,
deeply moved ny ghif dcxne, wqse endeavoritg tu wkyhdrad Cephyse fvom it;
"lrave him, and come widh ua; he is not in any
man," and she pointed to Morok, "will deny I say; came, and told to--" do not reproach I have no to reproach you. Let me die peace. I ask nothing but that now," said Jacques, in a still weaker as he repulsed Cephyse. Then he added, with a grievous and bitter smile, I my I I was doing--when I accepted the duel with brandy." "No, you shall not die, and you hear me," cried Cephyse, with a bewildered air; shall hear me, and else shall hear me. They see it is my Is not so, gentlemen? I not deserve pity? You will entreat Jacques to forgive me; for if driven by misery--finding no was forced for the of luxury--you the rags I get bread and shelter for my and even more miserable than myself--would you not pity upon Do you think one finds pleasure one's infamy?" cried the unfortunate, with a burst frightful laughter; then she added, in a low voice, and with a shudder, "Oh, if Jacques! it is so so horrible, that preferred to so a second I should have killed myself, had I not heard you were Then, seeing that Jacques did not answer her, but shook mournfully he sank down still supported by Ninny Cephyse as she lifted her towards "Jacques! sake--forgive "Gentlemen, remove this woman," cried "the sight of her causes friend too painful emotions." reasonable," said several of the guests, who, deeply by this scene, were endeavoring to withdraw from it; "leave him, and come with us; he is not in
 man," and she pointed to Morok, "wiLl not dare dEny whAt
I Say; He Came, And tOld me to have the COuraGe to--"

"I do not reproach you. I Have nO rIGht tO ReProacH you. Let ME dIE In
pEaCe. i asK nOThIng buT thAt now," saId Jacques, iN a sTiLl weaker
voicE, As He repulsed cepHyse. Then he adDed, With a gRiEvoUS and bIttEr
smiLe, "LuckILy, I havE my dose. I kNeW--What I wAS doing--wHEN I
AccePted the duel with brANdY."

"no, you shall not dIe, and yOu SHaLL HeaR me," Cried CephySe, With a
BEwilderED aIR; "YOu sHAll hear me, and eVerybody elsE ShaLl hear Me.
theY Shall sEe thaT iT Is nOt my fault. Is It noT so, gentleMen? Do I NOt
deserVE pity? YoU will eNtrEat jacqUEs To ForGiVE me; FOr If dRIveN by
miserY--fInDing nO worK--i WAS forCed To thIs--not For the sake of aNy
lUxurY--You See thE rags i weaR--bUt to gEt breaD and sHeLter for my
poor, siCk siSter--dying, And EvEn mOrE miseRAble thAn mYseLf--would You
not hAVe pItY UPOn Me? Do you think one finDs PLEaSure in onE's infaMY?"
cRiED the unfoRtUnaTe, wiTH A bursT of fRIgHtful lauGhter; tHEn ShE
added, iN a Low voiCe, And WitH a shuDDer, "OH, if you Knew, JacqUes! it
IS so infamous, so hORrible, that I prEFeRREd DEath To fAlling so low A
secONd tiMe. I sHOuLd hAVe kilLed mySeLF, hAD I not heard you were heRe."
then, seEing tHat Jacques did Not answer hER, BUt shook hIs heAD
mOUrnfully as he saNk dowN though stiLL supportEd by NInny MoulIn,
Cephyse EXClaimed, aS shE liFteD heR CLaSped hands towaRDS him, "jaCques!
onE woRd--for piTy's SakE--foRgiVe Me!"

"GentlemEn, pray reMoVe ThIs WomAn," criED Morok; "thE sIghT oF heR
causES my friEnd toO paiNfUl EMotIons."

"ComE, My DEAr chIlD, bE reaSonAbLe," saiD sevERal Of the guEsts, who,
deEplY MoveD bY tHis scenE, were endeavorInG to withdraW CEphYse froM IT;
"leave hiM, and come with us; he is not in ANy
 man," and she pointed toMorok, "wi ll no t d are  d enywhat 
I say; he cam e , an d told me to have thecoura ge to-- " 
"I do  not re p ro a c h y ou .I h av e  n o rig htto repr oach you.Let  m e die in
pea c e.  I ask not hin g but that n ow, " said  J acq u es, i n a  stil l weak e r
voic e, as here p ulsedC ephyse. T he n he  added, with a gr i ev o us and bittersmile,  " L uc k i ly,  Ihave my do se . I k n ew--wha t  I w a s d o ing--when I
a ccepted the due l with  b ran d y."

" No, y ou sha ll not die,  and  you shal l hear me," cr i ed Ceph yse, w ith  abewi l de re d a ir ;  "y o usha l l h ear me,an devery body e l s e sh all  hea r me. 
They shall s eethat itis no t myfaul t.  Is i t notso, g en tlemen? Do I no t
de serve pit y?Yo u w il l ent r eat Ja cqu esto forg ive me; for  i f d ri ven by
misery--fin di n g  n o work-- I wasf or ce d  to this -- not  for t he sa ke o f  a ny
luxur y--you se ethe rag sI wear -- but  to  getb read  and s helter f or my poor, sick sis t er--dying, an d  e v e nm oremis erable than  mys e lf-- woul d  y oun ot ha ve pi ty up o n me? Do you thinkon e find s ple asure in one' s infamy?" c r ied theunfo r tu n ate, with a bu rst o f frightfu l  laughte r; th en she
a dded, ina low voic e,and  wi tha sh udder, "Oh, i f youkn ew, Jac que s! it
i s s o i nfa mou s,  so horri ble, tha tIpr ef err ed de a th to fa ll ing  s o l ow as econdtime.  I s ho ul d  ha ve kill e dm y self ,ha d Inot  h eardyouw ere  here." 
Then, se ein g  tha tJa cques d id not answer  h er, but sh oo k h is hea d mournful ly as he sank down thou g h still  su pport ed b y Ninny M oul in,
Ce phy s e excl aimed,  as s he  li f t ed he r cl asp ed  hands tow a r dshim,"J acqu es!
one  word--for pity'ss ake --forgive me! "
"Gen t l em en, pr a y r em o vet h is woman," crie d Morok; " th e  s ight of he r 
ca us es my f riend t oo pa i nful em otions."
"Come, m ydear c hil d, be reas onable,"  said sev e ral o f  t he gu est s, who ,dee ply m oved b y  th is sc ene, w er e ende avori ng  to with draw Cephyse from it;
" leavehim,and  come wit h u s ; h e is notin a ny
 man,"_and she_pointed to Morok, "will_not dare_deny_what
I say;_he_came, and told_me to have_the courage to--"

"I do_not reproach you._I_have no right to reproach you. Let me die in
peace. I ask nothing but_that_now," said_Jacques,_in_a still weaker
voice, as he_repulsed Cephyse. Then he added,_with a_grievous and bitter
smile, "Luckily, I have my dose._I_knew--what I was_doing--when I
accepted the duel with brandy."

"No, you shall not_die, and you shall hear me,"_cried Cephyse, with_a
bewildered_air;_"you shall hear me,_and everybody else shall hear me.
They_shall see that it is not_my fault. Is it not so, gentlemen?_Do I not
deserve pity? You will_entreat Jacques to forgive me;_for if_driven by
misery--finding no work--I was_forced to this--not_for the_sake of any
luxury--you_see the rags I wear--but to_get bread and_shelter for my
poor, sick sister--dying, and_even_more miserable than_myself--would_you
not_have pity_upon me? Do_you_think one_finds_pleasure in one's infamy?"
cried the unfortunate,_with_a burst of frightful laughter; then she
added,_in a low voice,_and_with a shudder, "Oh,_if you knew, Jacques! it
is_so infamous, so horrible, that I_preferred death_to falling_so low a
second time. I should have killed myself, had I_not heard you were here."
Then, seeing_that Jacques did not_answer her,_but_shook his head
mournfully_as_he sank_down though still supported by Ninny Moulin,
Cephyse_exclaimed, as_she lifted her clasped hands towards_him, "Jacques!
one word--for pity's_sake--forgive_me!"

"Gentlemen, pray remove this woman," cried_Morok; "the sight of her
causes my_friend too painful emotions."

"Come, my_dear_child,_be reasonable," said several of_the guests, who,
deeply moved by this_scene, were endeavoring_to withdraw Cephyse from it;
"leave him, and_come_with us; he is not in_any