I am going to steal through the
lines of Ludwig's camp."
"You are going to Ludwig?" interrupted the young girl.
"Yes, to deliver into his hands the casket containing your belongings.
After that I--I don't know what will become of me."
"Katharina! Don't frighten me so! Do you imagine that Ludwig will cease
to love you when he learns you are a widow, and that you had a
daughter?"
"Oh, no; he will not hate me because I had a daughter," returned
Katharina, shaking her head sadly, "but because my wickedness destroyed
her."
"Don't talk so, Katharina," again expostulated Marie.
"Why, don't you see that she is dead? Look at these closed eyes, the
white face! Ask these closed lips to open and tell you that I did not
murder her!"
"Katharina, this is not true! Your enemies have told you this to grieve
you. Look at these two pictures! There is not the least resemblance
between them. This pale one is not your daughter. He who told you so
lied cruelly."
Katharina sighed mournfully.
"He who told me so does not lie. It was your old friend Cambray."
"Cambray?" echoed Marie, with mingled delight and astonishment.
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