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"'Fritz! Fritz!' she cried in English, 'remember your promise

after the last time. You said it should not be again. He will be

silent! Oh, he will be silent!'

"'You are mad, Elise!' he shouted, struggling to break away from

her. 'You will be the ruin of us. He has seen too much. Let me

pass, I say!' He dashed her to one side, and, rushing to the

window, cut at me with his heavy weapon. I had let myself go, and

was hanging by the hands to the sill, when his blow fell. I was

conscious of a dull pain, my grip loosened, and I fell into the

garden below.