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She was allowed her liberty to go wherever she pleased In her trouble

she used to run into the woods, with a sort of blind sense that

physical distress would act counter to her sick soul She would run as

fast as she could: her tears flew behind her like rain Over and over

to herself she whispered Prosper's name as she ran--"Prosper! Prosper

le Gai! Prosper! Prosper, my lord!" and so on, just as if she were

mad It was in the course of these distracted pranks that she

discovered and fell in love with a young pine tree, sli) held the spirit of Prosper, and

adored him under its bark She cut a heart in it with his name set in

the midst and her own beneath Ceremony thereafter became her relief

and all she cared about She didplayed a part), forgetting herself for the ti and look at it, then kiss it Then it th of its chain as she had seen the priest

elevate the Host at Mass; she genuflected and fell prone indown her face She

was at this time like to dissolve in tears! Without fail the mysteries

ended with the Pater Noster, the Ave, a certain Litany which

the nuns had taught her, and soin