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Rh "You have no sister—no son—no father?"

"I have no one."

"How can you exist thus, without any one to attach you to life?"

"It is not my fault, madame. At Malta, I loved a young girl, was on the point of marrying her, when war came and carried me away like a whirlwind. I thought she loved me well enough to wait for me, and even to remain faithful to my grave. When I returned she was married. This is the history of all men who have passed twenty years of