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“There is my aunt,” she said. God must love me, for he has guided me here. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. Scarcely had it come to a halt, when a stalwart man shouldered his way, in spite of their opposition, through the lines of soldiery to the cart, and offered his large horny hand to the prisoner. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. “I always shall. "They shall not harm you, my love!" she exclaimed. ” “You want to be free and so forth, yes.
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