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THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY.
"I believed it was you I had to thank!"
Madame Merle dropped her eyes; she stood there in a kind of proud penance.
"You are very unhappy, I know. But I am more so."
"Yes; I can believe that. I think I should like never to see you again."
Madame Merle raised her eyes.
"I shall go to America," she announced, while Isabel passed out.
