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That will she. Oh, I am sure she will. My mother is kind; all the world is kind;—I can no longer feel hatred for any living soul—save.

Save ?

Ah, 'tis a mournful history. I had a sister

Lucia?

Did you know Lucia?

No, no; I have but heard her name.

She too gave her heart to a knight. He betrayed her;—now she is in Heaven.

And you

I hate him.

Hate him not! If there be mercy in your heart, forgive him his sin. Trust me, he bears his punishment in his own breast.