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I pray Thee, O God of mercy, to spare my uncle, and let not my misfortune

deprive hiht me to

live in the fear of Thy holy nas which I endure,

by uard and

protect the pious and pure young girl who is before Thee as an immaculate

dove! Jesus, Saviour of mankind, on the cross you prayed to your heavenly

Father for those who crucified Thee Demand not an account of my blood

from my enemy Pardon hirant hith fails; the sweat of death is on

race to die with

Thy love alone in my heart, and Thy holy name alone upon my lips!"

The last words of this prayer had scarcely fallen froerly fixed his eyes upon the opposite

wall, upon which a faint streak of light flickered

"O ht? a voice? Is so? Is there still hope? I shall not die! Cruel dreaht; it becohter I hear a

human voice Alas! this suspense is worse than death!"