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Madame, and to-morrow I will come over
and speak to her on the subject.”

I hoped by this that I should have satis-
fied all parties; but in this I was mistaken.

 

No sooner did little Aimée understand that
the tiny volume in question was to be given
to Madame, than she dropped on her knees
upon the grass, and looking up to me with
streaming eyes and united hands—“O dear
father, kind Father Raflré,” she said, “ order
me the severest penance, let me live on
bread and water for a year to come, but do