To-morrow I am going to Paris. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. "O God!" he exclaimed, "I am severely punished.
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