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He is identified with my love, my hopes, my home, my future. How could she? Of such, he himself had never spoken; an internal voice, indeed, had vaguely yet irresistibly whispered to her that, despite his light words, his feelings toward her were grave and deep. O false voice! how it had deceived her. Her quick convictions seized the all that Helen had left unsaid. And now suddenly she felt what it is to love, and what it is to despair. So she sat, crushed and solitary, neither murmuring nor weeping, only now and then passing her hand across her brow, as if to clear away some cloud that would not be dispersed; or heaving a deep sigh, as if to throw off some load that no time henceforth could remove. There are certain moments in life in which we say to ourselves,
gpt
All is over; no matter what else changes, that which I have made my all is gone evermore--evermore. And our own thought rings back in our ears,
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Evermore--evermore!
gpt
For, said he,
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I come to suggest to the daughter the means by which she can restore to her father his country and his honors.
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Violante roused herself, and all her love for that father rushed back upon her with double force. It does so ever--we love most our parents at the moment when some tie less holy is abruptly broken; and when the conscience says,