And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert.
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