The Duchesse De Langeais by Honoré de Balzac
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infinite longings of my love. If your remorse long ago was
sincere, you ought not to hesitate to follow me today." "You forget that I am not free." "The Duke is dead," he answered quickly. Sister Theresa flushed red. "May heaven be open to him!" she cried with a quick rush of feeling. "He was generous to me.--But I did not mean such ties; it was one of my sins that I was ready to break them all without scruple--for you." "Are you speaking of your vows?" the General asked, frowning. "I did not think that anything weighed heavier with your heart than love. But do not think twice of it, Antoinette; the Holy Father himself shall absolve you of your oath. I will surely go to Rome, I will entreat all the powers of earth; if God could come down from heaven, I would----" "Do not blaspheme." "So do not fear the anger of God. Ah! I would far rather hear that you would leave your prison for me; that this very night you would let yourself down into a boat at the foot of the cliffs. And we would go away to be happy somewhere at the world's end, I know not where. And with me at your side, you should come back to life and health under the wings of love." |
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