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He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. “Well,” she said. No more. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. To-morrow they will all be contradicted. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere.
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