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The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. “You must do more than think of it,” he urged. Ah, Thierry and Poussaint, if my memory serves me. My father was Colonel Pellissier.
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