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He lowers the weapon at her command, but says nothing. Indeed, what is there to say? "An overwhelming desire to see you again," returns this wise young man, in a tone that is absolutely abject. "Hate you!" replies he, with a smile of ineffable fondness, "my preserver and my love!".
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