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She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her
prisoners. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. She
fell into another slumber, one which was more like a
blackout. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. Gosse! Dieu du ciel, but how did
he get into the convent?
She had perforce to obey his command, for speech was impossible.
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