The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe.
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