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Come,
Agatha, come; my heart's treasure--for still you are so; come, my love,
my captive, and my bride!" And Denot essayed to go, as though he
expected Agatha to follow him through the world like a tame dog.
"Oh, Sir, protect me from him!" said Agatha, still appealing to
Santerre. "He is mad--you see and hear he is mad! I have not asked you
for my life, nor do I so now; but I pray you, I beseech you, by the
remembrance of the females who are dear to yourself save me from the
power of that frantic man. Had he not been mad, had he not utterly lost
his senses, he would have been the last to have brought you hither."
"I have thought something like that myself pretty one," said Santerre.
"Come, Denot, you shall talk to the lady tomorrow; we will leave her
with her father tonight." "Your word, General!" said Denot, assuming his
furious look, "your plighted word and honour. Was she not to be my
prize, my captive, my reward. You dare not go back from the promise you
have made me."
"Nonsense, man alive," said Santerre.


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