For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. Go on. Still, one never could tell. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. "I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune must have befallen him. He must know she’ll be at a convent.
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