beautiful.""Ah!I
recognize
my
daughter!"cried
the
mother.
"What is
all
this?"demanded
the
quartermaster,entering
the room.
"They are
murdering
me,"cried
Montefiore,"on
account of
this
girl;she
says I am
her
lover.She
inveigled
me into a
trap,and
they are
forcing me
to marry
her--""And
you reject
her?"cried
Diard,struck
with the
splendid
beauty
which
contempt,hatred,and
indignation
had given
to the
girl,already
so
beautiful."Then
you are
hard to
please.If
she wants
a husband
Iam ready
to marry
