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" "That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her that some such scene as this might occur. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. I do not know anything of him since I have fourteen years, and that he sent me to Blaye to be a nun. Gosse! Dieu du ciel, but how did he get into the convent? She had perforce to obey his command, for speech was impossible. A little love from him would be enough.
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