CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating. You are my wife, and I am determined to claim you. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. "Here we part,—perhaps for ever. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards.
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