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240 What! Every day?

Yes, every day, twice.

And that became so mad a joy for you, that you braved death…

Hush! Not before her!

Ah, Christian, at last!…

Now tell me why— Why, by these fearful paths so perilous— Across these ranks of ribald soldiery,

You have come?

Love, your letters brought me here!