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Yet he persevered in his solicitation With a slight impatience of

contrary to

the custom of people in my condition, and I assure you that with all hter"

"Love! So talk you You see a girl beautiful, sweet, and innocent Your

heart, greedy and covetous, wants her as it has wanted, doubtless, many

others For yourself only you seek her And what is it you ask then!

That she should give up for you her father, mother, home, her own

faith, her own people, her own country,--the poor little one!--for a

cold, cheerless land aers, alone in the sorrows and pains

that to all women come Love! In God's name, what know you of love?"

"No man can love her better"

"What say you? How, then, do I love her? I who carried her--mijn witte

lammetje--in these arms before yet she could say to , in spite of the mist in his eyes and

the tenderness in his voice; and suddenly striking the desk a ponderous

bloith his closed hand, he said with an unhter you shall not have God in heaven to himself take her ere such

sorrow come to her and me!"

"Sir, you are very uncivil; but I am thankful to know so much of your