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"To one who wishes you well; to a great-you are a lucky girl; be

happy, do not be afraid; be happy. He has told me to encourage

you; you will tell him that I have done so, will you not?"

"Who is this man? What is he? What does he want with me? I do not

belong to him. Tell me where I am. Let me go. Tell these men to

let me go, to take me to some church. Oh, you, who are a woman,

in the name of the holy Virgin, I entreat you."

This holy and tender name, so often pronounced with respect in

her early years, and for so long a time neglected and forgotten,

produced on the mind of the wretched woman, who had not heard it

for so long a time, a confused impression, like the remembrance

of lights and shadows on the mind of one blind from infancy.