OR THE DESERT ISLAND. 119

continued—* After my decease, cut off a lock of my hair,
and present it to my mother, if ever you again see France.
Tell her that if I desired to live, it was that I might repair
my faults—might enjoy the happiness of seeing her once
more, and confess to my father the crime I was guilty of
in having unjustly aspersed your character and exasperated
him against you. Speak sincerely, Merville, do you par-
don me?”

“ Certainly, certainly, I do,” cried Philip, approaching
his bedside, “and as a testimony that you also pardon me,
give me your hand.”

Charles made a vain effort to cast himself into his arms,
and bathed with his tears the hand of Philip.