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Come, my darling, he continued, fast and low.
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I have a beautiful home, my father's home, my mother's--your laws and vows are nothing to them. You shall be honoured, loved--ah, dear! adored, worshipped--you do not know what we will do for you, to fill your life with sweet things. All your life, Maria, from to-morrow. Instead of pain and penance and everlasting suffering and weariness, you shall have all that the world holds of love and peace and flowers. And you shall sing your whole heart out when you will, and have music to play with from year's beginning to year's end and year's end again. Sweet, let me tell you how I love you--how you are alive in every drop of my blood, beating through me like living fire, through heart and soul and head and hand--