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aristocrat—and I denounced her—Judge if there exist one human being whom my pity is likely to spare."
His wretched petitioner gazed upwards, but hopelessly, and staggered against the wall.
"I would be alone," said Julian, and led her to the door.
She left him silently. She now knew prayers were vain. That night her lover perished beneath the guillotine;—the same blow struck to the heart of the fond faithful girl—death was merciful, for both died at the same moment. By some inscrutable sympathy with love which yet moved him not to spare, Julian had them buried in the same grave.
