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And, in such cases, there is no grand passion There are tenderness,

and the joy of co dependence But

it is not a love that burns with a white fire

Perhaps Sara Lee was one of those women who are always loved more than

they love There are such wo love, but

softly feenuine Men need, after all, but

an altar on which to lay tribute And the high, remote white altar that

was Sara Lee had already received the love of two strong ht, however, about being an altar,

of a sort She cried a little at first, because she was terrified for

Henri and because Jean's face was growing pinched and gray Then she

cried very hard, prone on the ground and face down, because Henri was

young, and all of life should have been before hi Even the King knew it now, and set down

in his heart, a the other crosses there, Henri's full na his little study and looking out at

the spring sea

That night Marie, having ladled to the botto, and was told by Rene of the direction she had taken Marie,