The late afternoon, en effet. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. "Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you.
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