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 she touched the young girl's forehead with her lips. Then Margaret lost her composure, the tears trembled to her eyes, and the two women wept together; but whether Margaret's tears flowed for Philip Rondelet or for Robert Feuardent, her friend could not tell. It may be that she herself did not know; for to an untried heart love and friendship often masquerade each in the other's shape.