"You will read it when I am no more.

Pray, pray, do not weep thus! Be brave! You will soon be the wife of Maurice.
And when you are happy, think sometimes of the poor peasant who loved you so much." Marie-Anne could not utter a word, but she lifted her face to his.
"Ah! I dared not ask it!" he exclaimed.
And for the first time he clasped her in his arms and pressed his lips to her pallid cheek.
"Now adieu," he said once more.

"Do not lose a moment.

Adieu!".