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Yet when he had gone but a very little way, he paused, and seeing he

still carried the letter in his hand, thrust it into his breast, and

so rereen and shady

with trees, where he and the Viscount had talked with the Apostle of

Peace And with his gaze bent thitherwards he uttered a name, and

the name was-"Beatrix"