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 Cunegund flung herself at her brother’s feet, and bedewed them with her tears, but he still continued inflexible.

“Thou foolish fellow,” said Candide, “have I not delivered thee from the galleys, paid thy ransom, and thy sister’s too who was a scullion, and is very ugly, and yet I condescend to marry her? and shalt thou make claim to oppose the match? If I were to listen only to the dictates of my anger, I should kill thee again.”

“Thou mayest kill me again,” said the Baron, “but thou shalt not marry my sister while I am living.” 1em